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444rlert · 2 years

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MISSED ME?

pairing: hobo eren x black fem!yn

synopsis: having mr.kruger as your last patient of the night wouldn’t be too bad, right?

word count: 3.5k

author’s note: hi i’m sebas & i’m fairly new to writing on tumblr! i was supposed to post this ages ago but chickened out, however i’ve gained the balls to post, so here i am! please be at least 17+ interacting with my works. enjoy <3.

content warning: eren being a tease, big dick!eren, mature language, cervix kissing, dirty talk, breeding, overstimming, mirror fucking, slight fluff, eren’s a pussy eating feen, squirting, a little thumb in booty action, degradation, slight betrayal, mentions of treason, probably many typos of mine

[8:54pm]

tilting your head at your clipboard, you stepped out in your uniform before calling out with a small smile, “eren kruger? you’re my last patient for the evening.” nearly gasping once you saw the only person sitting in the waiting area stand to his full height, him nearly towering over you though he only had one leg.

you felt your heartbeat quicken as he made each heavy anticipating step towards you, singular jade green eye locking with your own dark mochas with such intensity you had to rub your legs together subtly. “aren’t you going to lead the way, nurse y/n?”

his voice was deep and a little raspy with an accent to it, making you grip your clipboard tighter based on the way he said your name before you stumbled on your words and turned to give directions.

“r-right, my apologies mr. kruger. please walk towards the last door on your left and make yourself comfortable, i have to gather some of my materials.” craning your neck up at him, you saw a condescending grin make a way onto his plump, baby pink lips.

“oh? i thought you nurses were supposed to be more prepared than this. or is it only you that’s not?”

before you got a chance to clap back, he used his free hand to hold your waist for a split second and went by you through the door to make his way to your room, chuckling under his breath when he felt you tense up from his touch.

once eren was out of sight you let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding and closed your eyes. ‘why did i have to choose the last shift and get such a scary ass man?’ you gathered your thoughts and confidence, getting the rest of the materials you needed before carefully making your way to your room where he was waiting.

once you got inside, you shut and locked the door behind you.

“my apologies mr. kruger i couldn’t find…” and there he was, stripped all the way down to his boxers while he sat on the patient bed with a manspread. you really hoped he hadn’t caught you taking one too many glances at his very noticeable bulge, but knowing him he already did.

his thighs were toned and thick with mini scars, probably from when he was fighting in the middle east war, and his chest and stomach were the same, him being more on the lean side. his dark brown happy trail that started from underneath his navel went down to the waistband of his boxers meaning he had a little more hair downstairs.

‘it’s always skinny ass guys carrying a 3rd leg-’

“gonna keep starting at my dick or are you gonna examine me?” eren questioned calmly, head cocking to the side while adjusting his hips to get comfortable. gulping thickly, you gently shook your thoughts out your head and sets your things down, grabbing your stethoscope before bending down to his chest level on the bed.

“i-i .. i was not staring at your business,” you dragged out the last word, pressing the cool metal to his chest, “breathe in for me, eren.” he took a deep breath in, “and breathe out.” and he complied to much of your surprise. “alright! good.” you shuffled to the other side of the bed, trying your best to respect his boundaries, but you nearly fell off.

thanking his fast ass reflexes, he caught you and held your waist trying his best not to laugh at your clumsiness. “jeez you’re a clutz. stop tryna be so modest with the ‘no skin touching’ thing. you’re my nurse, yeah? it’s your job to touch me. keep going.” eren’s hand went over yours and moved the stethoscope to the other side of his chest, free hand still keeping you close to him before he took a deep breath in and kept eye contact with you.

plump lips gaped in utter astonishment and embarrassment, you tried to find the words to reply back but you shut your mouth and went on with the procedure. you hoped to everything you loved that you didn’t leave a wet spot on his thigh cause based on the way he was making you feel? it was bound to happen.

you hurriedly climbed off his leg, clearing your throat before turning towards your desk and bent over slightly to write down all your info for his file. looking up at him through your lashes and the mirror, you praised yourself mentally for keeping eye contact this time. “how’s your eye and leg holding up? are the pain meds nurse serenity gave you working?”

“they’re doing fine actually, but let’s talk about you. nurse serenity isn’t here. sit.” he made a ‘come here’ motion with his fingers and somehow you must’ve been in a trance because your legs started to move towards him and sat on the bed in front of eren, trying your hardest not to look even below where his long hair stopped.

“tell me, nurse y/n, why did you choose this job?” ‘okay so that was right off the bat!’ you fiddled with your fingers and looked up at him for a split second then back down.

“because i like helping others. my grandma was a nurse and i’ve always admired her as a child.” was your reply, trying not to get too sappy for his liking, but he looked as if he were in deep thought, humming at your answer.

“would you help someone from paradis? or do you think they’re also some bastards who deserve nothing?” you flinched at his tone getting hostile and dark for some reason, but somehow it had you rubbing your thighs together yet again.

“yes … yes i’d help someone from there. despite the history between marley and them, i could care less about here or their morals. this isn’t my true home, i’m here against my will.”

eren’s dark green eyes lit up in amusement, leaning closer to you before lowering his voice. “treason is a heavy charge you know?” your melanin cheeks heated up while you gnawed on your bottom lip and leaned closer, eren’s eyes trailing down then while stifling a grunt cause they were nice and thick.

“i don’t care.” was the final thing you said before looking at him, getting the silent yes to kiss him. using your arms to wrap themselves around his neck, both your lips connected and you moaned when he bit down on your lip gently and slipped his tongue inside, his beard tickling your chin.

loud smacking and heavy breathing could be heard in the room as eren pulled you into his lap, having you sat right on top of his dick through his boxers which made you start rolling your obviously soaked pussy over his bulge, earning a grunt from him while your tongues swirled around one another.

pulling on your bottom lip, eren pulled away as his hands on your waist guided your rhythm before teasing through heavy breaths, “you ever fucked before? let alone one of your patients, nurse y/n?”

your mouth was open yet nothing was coming out besides ragged and choppy whines, big brown eyes tearing up from the foreign stimulation on your clit though the fabrics were getting in the way. “y-yes but — fuck — he wasn’t a patient.”

“bet he never got you this wet before, huh? you’re even staining my boxers pretty, look.” he stopped your movements and grabbed your chin to make you look at the wet patch he was talking about, making you grow shy and squirm his lap. “oh no no don’t grow all shy now, you were just about to cum from dry humping me like a whore. i want you to watch yourself.”

your mind was too hazy to process the fact that he had you turned around in his lap facing your mirror, making your pussy clench around nothing only from the way eren had his gaze trained so intensely on the way you were spread out for him shamelessly. “hey, you with me?” you blinked rapidly and nodded, hand gripping his wrist. “give me the yes, please.” he quietly pleaded in your ear, leaving kisses and marks along your neck and shoulder.

“yesyesyesyes please do whatever you want, please eren!” you didn’t care how desperate you sounded at the moment cause you felt his own desperation pressing right onto your lower back. the tan and white skirt of your nurse uniform was long gone and your panties were as well, leaving the cool air to make you shiver.

eren’s lip parted in amazement, his much paler fingers reaching over to spread your fat, brown lips only to see hot pink on the inside. truth be told, this is his first time seeing a black pussy and he was more than intrigued to fuck you now. his slightly calloused middle finger went to rub at your swollen clit with ease, eliciting a heavy sigh from your lips.

“fuck keep going, eren, please.” your mewls and whines were making his ego inflate, having him pick up the pace while his right hand went to remove your uniform shirt and bra. much to his pleasure, your nipples were also a nice shade of dark brown, giving him to urge to roll them between his fingers gently. the view he had in the mirror was something he’d kill for; it was you spread out in his lap, his fingers messing with your leaking pussy, free hand toying with your nipples and your head laid back on his shoulder while your face contorted in pure pleasure.

the brunette could’ve came untouched over the fact that he had you like this in under an hour and he’s taking it to heart as well. “take a good look at yourself, nurse. look at the way you’re sucking my fingers in so greedily.” your head lolled forward, eyes nearly drooping shut while you tried your best to watch his lithe middle and ring fingers slide into your delicacy slowly, brows furrowing with bliss while you whimpered out loud with no care if someone heard you.

the moment eren curled his fingers up on your spot, your mind went blank as you orgasmed. the knot in your stomach finally feeling untied, even better than when you tried to do this by yourself multiple times. he watched as your juices stained the bed and even went onto the floor, grinning widely as your legs shook against his. his god like fingers didn’t stop, uncurling themselves to thrust inside of your before curling again and so on.

your grip on his wrist barely did anything to stop the overstimulation, so you let it be, listening to loud squelching noises your pussy made before he pulled another eye rolling orgasm from you.

‘oh gosh he’s moving me again. please let me be able to walk tomorrow i have a shift-’

“you still with me? i don’t wanna fuck you while you’re unconscious, nurse y/n.” you looked down at eren who was stationed between your legs all of a sudden, heavy breathing while a lazy dorky grin made it way to your lips. “y-yeah i’m here … you can call me y/n, i don’t mind.”

taking a hair tie from your wrist, you carefully leaned forward and raked your fingers through his hair, tongue sticking out in concentration as you successfully put it up in a bun. “just so your hair won’t get messy.”

eren took a moment to process what you did, cheeks and stomach growing warm when you smiled so fondly at him, a feeling he hasn’t felt in years since his mother passed.

“thank you.”

“oh so you do have manners? that’s very surprising.” you snickered, smiling with teeth as he sucked his own, nipping at your clit which made you jump up.

“be quiet.” his arms hooked over your thighs to keep you in place, thumbs spreading your thick lips before going in and attaching his lips to your clit, sucking loudly. you were already sensitive from the other 2 orgasms he pulled from you and the fact that his beard was tickling your cunt with the movement of his jaw wasn’t helping either.

hands going to your own boobs, your fingers pinched at your nipples, wishing it was eren doing it instead but he was occupied at the moment. your back arched off the bed and you damn near screamed when you felt the muscle of his very skilled tongue slip itself into your sopping wet hole at a pace too slow for your liking.

“fuck right there ‘ren!” his eye fluttered open and looked up at you, smirking against your flesh when he saw your fucked out expression. eren pulled his tongue out from your hole and quickly flicked it against your clit, grunting and popping your thigh each time you threatened to close them before sucking on the bud like you were candy.

tears were already rolling down your cheeks from the amount of pleasure he was giving you. the last guy you had “sex” with didn’t even do it like this, let alone eat you out like a starved man. your hands were trying to move his head away, but he wasn’t having none of that and you didn’t want him to move at the same time.

“i know that look on your face, you’re about to cum aren’t you?” his voice was slightly muffled against you, teeth just barely grazing your clit while you shivered and hiccuped on your cries. “i asked a question, baby. i want an answer. you gonna cum for me?”

‘this bastard knows i cant answer, why would he ask- nononono why is he slowing down?!’

your incoherent pleas and cries of what seemed to be “yes!” or “keep going!” was more than enough for him and he was satisfied, yet he still kept his slow pace with his tongue. pulling back, eren used his fingers to replace his tongue while shushing the whines and complains that left your mouth, moving his attention to kiss and mark your thighs.

after a short while of the male underneath you fingering you at various paces and curling his fingers, you squirted again once he rubbed your clit. so like the filthy man he was, eren opened his mouth to catch it not minding if it landed on his mustache and beard. your foot was gently pushing at his shoulder, chest heaving while he moved back and saw your pussy visibly twitching for him.

and yet again, he switched your position again, but this time he was behind you pressing an arch into your back while still facing the mirror. however, seeing the reflection made your blood run ice cold.

instead of looking into one of his eyes, you saw both of them looking straight at you and rather than him having one leg, you saw 2. that can’t be right? he only had 1 of each didn’t he? normally you would’ve been freaked out and moved away, but your mind was too clouded and you already felt his thick mushroom tip teasing your slit.

“tell me if it’s too much.” was all he whispered in your ear and began to slowly push a few inches inside, nearly cumming from the warmth of your gummy walls. your eyes should’ve been stuck from the amount of times they rolled back, but this takes the cake. eren was certainly longer rather than thicker, but still had some girth to him that stretched you out.

curses in both english and what seemed to be german filled your ear once he was all the way in, walls fluttering and clamping around his dick while he sighed out. your back was pressed to his chest and he peppered small kisses your face and whispered both equal amounts of praising and degrading things.

“you feel me in your stomach?”

“pretty pussy’s taking me so well, that’s a good girl.”

“you like being slutted out like this?”

“diese muschi gehört mir.”

you nodded your head to the best of your ability even if you were smushed against the bed and had no idea what he was saying, pushing your ass back against him so he got the hint to finally fuck you. eren kissed you one last time before sitting up, both hands gripping your hips before bottoming out completely then slamming back in, making you scream as your toes curled up in pain and pleasure.

due to his freakishly long length, you could clearly feel his tip repeatedly hitting your cervix during the thrusts where he put the most force into it. nasty, loud, wet clapping noises filled your office while you gripped onto the sheets and pillows, doing your best to hide your cries and moans, but he wasn’t having none of that so he used his right hand to push them further away from you.

“shitshitshit! e-eren please!”

your boobs bounced with every thrust and your ass slapped against his hips each time he pulled your back. trying to use your hand to push him away by the stomach, eren quickly got a hold of both your wrists and held them. “don’t run from it, nurse y/n. you better take all this dick.” and you had no choice but to, laying your head against the bed while he did his thing.

the brunette’s thumb rubbed against your wrists as a sign of saying “i got you.” and it made both your pussy and heart flutter. who knew this seemingly asshole of a man could be so caring even while beating your guts up? stopping his brutal strokes, he switched to something new; slowing his pace just a little while rolling his hips upward and pressing his thumb against your asshole, spitting on it so he could slip it inside and hook it to prevent you from running.

the foreign feeling was new to you and it made you squeal, eyes going wide while he was above you grinning as sweat ran down his face and neck. this new pace had eren closing his eyes to savor the feeling of you being so warm around his dick and creaming all over his pubic hairs, moans of “fuck just like that.” and “feel so fucking good.” leaving his pink lips.

you both couldn’t hold back much longer and eren knew that, so he reached around to find your clit again and began to rub it in time with his rhythm. “you want me to pull out baby?” he rasped, hoping you would say no cause he was urging to bust a nut in your fat pussy and watch it drip out.

“inside! i want it inside!“

“that’s my girl, cum for me. make a mess all over my dick.”

your body locked up and you gasped, hands trying their best to hold some part of him while you came one final time which triggered his own orgasm. eren intertwined his fingers with yours as you both felt his hot, thick, sticky nut fill you up for what felt like hours considering he was holding it in. little moans left your raw bitten plump lips as you felt him slowly pulling out to witness the mess, his fingers squishing your swollen lips just to see his cum slide out carefully.

swiping some up, he guided it to your mouth and you sucked it off, eyes closing from exhaustion with the image of both his alluring jade eyes staring right back at you in the mirror.

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it had been a while since you’d seen eren after your .. office escapades and you can admit, you did miss him, but you were sure he had things to do as well as you. however, this wasn’t the time to reminisce too much because you were hiding out from getting killed.

you didn’t know what happened or how it started but all you saw was pieck, porco, and zeke all in their titan form fighting off what seemed to be really agile and skilled people from paradis. part of you felt as if willy tybur jinxed tonight’s events.

your thinking was cut off when the room you were hiding in had it’s door busted in by a tall guy with a mullet.

‘he heard my thoughts oh my gosh i’m gonna die oh my gos-’

“are you y/n?” the guy spoke up and you nodded quickly, putting your hands up once you saw he was most definitely heavily armed. “i’m not gonna hurt you, promise ‘cause eren would slaughter me-“

“eren? you know eren kruger?! is he ok?!” your heart was beating 100x faster than it was, you hoped he wasn’t caught anywhere between this mess.

“kruger? god, jeager. what kind of shit ass alias is that?” the mullet man sneered, nose and top lip crinkling up.

“shut your mouth, jean.” and speak of the devil there he was, pushing the man who you learned was jean out the way and a girl with short black hair with a red scarf followed suit.

you saw both of his eyes and legs again, knowing you weren’t fucked out that night. confusion was the best word to describe your emotions as he took a few steps towards you and placed his hands on your waist.

wait … jeager?

then it started to click.

this wasn’t eren kruger, this was eren jeager. the “island devil” from paradis you just so happened to sleep with.

“missed me, nurse y/n?”

#꒰𖤐꒱ sebas’ art !#꒰𖤐꒱ eren my beloved !#eren x black y/n #eren x black reader #eren x black fem!reader #aot x black reader #eren x black yn smut #444rlert

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sansxfuckyou · 4 months

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sugar and spice, but not so nice

Summary: Riff's definitely not hurting for a Pop Troll, regardless, Barb offers to lend him a hand in getting Floyd's attention

Warnings: swear words censored when spoken by Pop Trolls cause its funny, there is tension and its almost sexual

Authors Note: the fliff brainworms got to me guys, I couldn't stop myself the second I got a keyboard in hand, it just happened. hope ya'll enjoy, and if you do consider dropping a reblog or checkin' the ao3 port

"Really, Riff? That Pop freak is the Troll you're jonesing for?" Barb asked.

Riff just nodded and Barb had the audacity to laugh, "What's so funny about it?"

"Oh nothing, it's just that he's the epitome of sugar, spice, and everything nice," Barb stated boldly, almost abrasively at that. She looks so very, very disappointed in Riff, "C'mon man! There's so many rockers and you choose a Pop troll! We got Death, we got Punk, we got Thrash- and you choose someone who clearly isn't any of the above."

"He's sort of like, Pop Punk," Riff said, "But he could totally pull a death scream if he wanted too."

Barb scoffed, "He's pink, he's so pink it makes me want to vomit."

"Magenta," Riff corrected sharply, "His hair is magenta and white, we could introduce him to hair dye."

"That's illegal in Pop," Barb said, "He'd be staked if you dyed his hair."

"Then he could stay in Rock, until it faded out, just for a little bit," Riff said.

Barb gave a faux gag and the tuft of her tail puffed up, "You're gross."

Riff props the rim of his toque up with the blunt end of his drumstick, "How about Viva? Isn't she also a Pop troll?" He's pushing his luck, he's pushing it harder than he thought he ever would.

"Let's move onto the next subject," Barb swiftly answered with, quick to defend her own sanctity of being a Rock Troll who definitely isn't out for a Pop Troll. A Pop Troll without any Rock tendencies, because she'll admit it, Floyd has some Rock potential despite everything. "Hair dye. You want to dye his hair for a date?"

"To help him blend in more," Riff answered with, tail flipping back and forth, "I'd really like to perform some music with him."

"I'll pull some strings for you, my shockingly smart friend," Barb answered with.

-/-/-/-

Floyd is the one who chose the song, he's the one who chose the list of songs he wanted to perform. And all of them were shockingly raunchy, shockingly explicit, very unbecoming of a Troll whose origin is Pop. It shocks Barb more than it does Riff, she just stares at the list and reads over them while Floyd looks at her like a puppy.

"Lemme just," She pauses, then speaks, "Nine Inch Nails?"

"If you don't mind," Floyd tacked on before she could further question.

Barb laughed a bit, "Please, I love them, woulda been a fan since day one but I wasn't quite born yet. But the songs?"

Floyd can't quite form a verbal answer, just give this sheepish grin. Barb swears his fringe falls a little further over his eyes and she's bold enough to reach out a paw and bat it away. The bleached section is frail, it feels like hay compared to what still retained that magenta hue she mocked. He almost lurches back, his fur just stands on end, and Barb pulls back her hand.

"Personally, I like them. But singing about fucking someone to feel alive doesn't seem your speed, isn't there a weird Pop language barrier?" Barb asked, "Or that one line from a different song, 'I am a good boy and I will swallow it all,' Floyd, that's an amazing song but jeez."

"I thought it'd be funny, cause whenever I try and swear it just," He pauses, trying to find out how to describe it before settling on just swearing, "F*ck, a$$."

Barb laughs until her stomach hurts at the garbled intentions of swearing that Floyd manages to provide. The Pop swear barrier has never been funnier in her entire life, but the fact he can enunciate enough to get the idea of an expletive across is impressive. Trolls like Poppy can barely say 'frick' without a large censor forcing itself in place, but Floyd? He's almost broken it.

"Alright kid-"

"I'm older than you,"

"Same difference; I'll cue up the songs for you and Riff,"

"You aren't joining?"

"Not unless you want me too, might hog the spotlight, sorry if I do," A small giggle snort, "It would be fun to try and go at it with a Pop Troll."

-/-/-/-

Riff stares.

He stares the entire fucking show.

He can't help it really, eyes stuck on a Troll like Floyd as he just drums out the beats and Barb strums out the additional bass lines. It's a comfort really, having someone in the back man the soundboard for the industrious instruments they can't quite do as a trio.

He holds on tight to whatever sense of sanity he can grasp whenever he gets gifted a glance at Floyd's face. He really is head over heels, he really is deep in this pit, for a Pop Troll of all genres. Albeit, a Pop Troll that's belting out songs of the industrial rock genre with an uncanny amount of ease. But still a Pop Troll, still something he'll be disowned over at the dinner table even if Barb goes public with Viva.

He'll just take this if he can't get anything else.

He'll take performing songs with his two favorite Trolls over nothing any day of the week.

-/-/-/-

Post show jitters reside comfortably on Floyd's fur, splayed atop an amp larger than he is with his tail lazily thumping on the material. His chest is heaving and he's curling and uncurling the mic cord around a finger, painted nail scratching at the plastic so rarely.

"Good show," He manages, voice cracking just a bit with how much he stressed it trying to break the Pop swear barrier for one song. He failed to do so, but he still tried until he felt like he was passing out, vision nearly going spotty. It was more fun than he'd ever had performing with his brothers.

Riff takes a heavy breath, "Great show," He's giving this long exhale that's almost a laugh as he speaks.

"Amazing show, I should go work an after party," Barb mused.

"Aw, is your girlfriend rubbing off on you?" Riff teased, rolling onto his stomach where he lay on the cold, hard, concrete ground. It eased his nerves, they were still on fire, the layers of denim and torn fabric probably didn't help much.

"Girlfriend? Tell me more, Riffy," Floyd said before he could stop himself, glancing down at the navy Troll from where he lay.

"Barb has a crush on Viva," Riff drawled as he pulled himself into a criss crossed position, one leg over the other. Floyd nearly laughs.

"Hey man! We agreed not to talk about her," Barb snapped as she stood up from her chair. She stretched her arms over her head and her tail snapped to punctuate her sentence, "Not like you can talk either."

Floyd raises a brow, "Tell me all about it, Barb," he lets his legs sway over the edge of the amp.

Riff sends Barb a pleading look, a begging look, desperation impossibly clear on his partially obscured face.

She just grins, "Well, our friend here has a crush on a Pop Troll. A fella trying to change genres when no one's looking," She winks at Floyd and watches as Riff tries not to respond to the words viscerally, that would give it away and he's highly aware that Barb is trying to play him like the cheap kazoo he is.

"Controversial," Floyd managed to supply, "But fun, inter-genre relations are still kind of, ya know."

"Yeah, kind of," Riff answered with, "Rock Trolls are wide open to the idea in my experience. We legalized polyamory a hundred some odd years ago. We're working on the papers for inter-genre stuff as we speak."

Floyd laughed, "I should just, live here as a Rock Troll. Pop Rock, Pop Punk, Pop Thrash- I could make it work."

"That you could," Barb said, there's this twisted grin on her face, showing off all of her fangs, "But really, I gotta catch that after party, you two can chat."

It's a segue into a conversation really, a shoe in for them to continue speaking as she leaves. She wants this as much as Riff does, maybe if she gets him with Floyd he'll let her fawn over Viva in peace.

Riff just taps his drumstick on the ground, balanced between fingers and tapping back and forth. Floyd just stares at Riff from the amp comfortably, sort of like a cat on a high perch.

"So this mystery Troll, tell me more," Floyd prompts as he slides off of the amp, "If you want too."

And Riff does want too, he wants to tell Floyd everything, but he bites his tongue. He just shrugs, "Nice guy really, probably heading back to Pop sooner than later."

"Pop? Are you crushing on JD?"

Riff shudders, "No offense, but he's too Country coded."

"Did you just call my brother Country coded?" Floyd asked with this devilish smirk, slowly stepping closer to Riff as he goes.

"Am I wrong?" Riff countered with a nervous chuckle.

"Never said you were, but continue about this Troll," Floyd urged, if he just reached out he could trace his hands across Riff's face. Learn every contour, twirl a finger through his hair, that would be nice, that could also be the adrenaline talking.

"Right, right," Riff stalled, what else he could say that isn't virtually outright saying that it's Floyd? Not a whole lot, "Got a great voice, an amazing voice with even greater range. It's scary really, he just hops on stage and gets into it, like he's a different person."

Floyd's tail flicks just a bit, Riff doesn't notice the tell that the Pop Troll is onto him.

"And then he starts to sing, most Rockers have deep voices naturally, but this breath of fresh air, a blend of Pop and Punk? It's amazing," Riff overexplained, just going off, "I'm talking too much, aren't I?" He looks up to find Floyd much, much closer than before. Red instantly rises to the Rocker's face, a stark contrast to his usual hue.

"No," Floyd said quietly, the flow of words pausing just enough to make Riff worry. He comes to a complete halt when the gap is small enough their knees are almost knocked against each other, "Keep going."

"I would," Riff begins, drawing out the syllables as he stares at Floyd through the blur of black hair and fabric alike. He brings a paw to run through his hair and it knocks back the toque just a bit, "But, I don't know what else there is to say without totally blowing the covers," He pauses, "He's really pretty."

"It's me," Floyd declares.

"It is," Riff confirms.

The Pop troll places a gentle kiss to Riff's forehead, one of the few spots where frizzy black hair isn't splayed over his fur. He rears back just a bit, "That's pretty fuckin' sweet," He doesn't even realize the Pop swear barrier dissolved entirely for a brief moment.

"Pretty fuckin' sweet," Riff echoes back before pushing aside a chunk of Floyd's fringe to return the motion. He almost flinches back from it, expecting the contact to sting or ache with how frail that performance left him, but it doesn't. It just feels nice, a warmth sprouting all over his body, it tingles and he loves the sensation.

"You should go tell Barb, we could pressure her into telling Viva," Floyd proposed, "That'd be fun, no?"

Riff is reeling, it took a moment for it to catch up but he is fucking reeling when it finally does. His eyes widen just a bit, there goes the boldness of adrenaline, "That actually happened," He tentatively places his paw on Floyd's, it isn't shoved off, "Oh my god it actually, it happened."

"Yeah man," Floyd said, pressing another chaste kiss to Riff's face, this time his cheek, "It did, and I'll do it again."

Before he freaks out he manages to collect himself enough to breath, "Let's go find Barb, she's been listening to me talk about you for a while now."

"Oh? So this crush isn't a new development?" Floyd teased gently.

"Not at all. But her thing for Viva? That's new," Riff countered with a laugh, it's nervous, just to fill the silence, "But us, we're a thing, those kisses?"

"Those kisses made us a thing," It's a calm reaffirmation, a promise with the squeeze of a paw.

"See, that's new, newer than Barb's crush on Viva," Riff explained, "Which is why we need to find her and tell her."

"You're freaking out,"

"Oh absolutely, you just kissed me, why wouldn't I be freaking out?"

#trolls fanfic #trolls #trolls band together #trolls world tour #fliff trolls #floyd x riff #floyd trolls #riff trolls #barb trolls #writing #fanfic #fanfiction

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punsmaster69 · 1 month

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19/MAR/20XX

not too long after we'd left yesterday, asgore messaged me. he wanted to meet up; just the two of us this time.

i'm feeling a bit surprised and weirdly unfortunate that he's free today - granted, a bit early in the day again like our last meeting.

that makes three days now i've woken up before noon.

jeez, it's like i'm getting my life together or something. better be sure to sleep in as much as possible tomorrow.

anyway, he wasn't super clear what the topic was. catching up again, i'll take it as.

speaking of, better actually get ready for it.

probably should change?

——

before taking a sip, he tapped his fingers on the teacup a few times, seeming to choose his words carefully. something about it felt particularly familiar.

"Moving on.."

"It's something each of us struggle with a bit, is it not?"

he chuckled a little.

"Perhaps it has just been me."

"Yesterday was all the proof I needed of that."

setting aside his teacup carefully, asgore interlocked his fingers.

"Being shown that I haven't been the greatest at letting go of things.."

"Er, people, namely."

"been there, buddy."

"I realize.."

"...It's far past time that I try to move forward, as others have."

"To look at the future instead."

he made eye contact with me, fairly serious tone.

"Promise me one thing, Sans."

my (metaphorical) stomach dropped a little. i kept my expression still.

it's been years, yet promises still have never felt as if they fit properly in the unbalance my life has, but.

who am i to turn down a guy that gifts me socks?

better yet,

a friend?

"yeah?"

"Of course, I trust that you will and have been already..."

"Please be good to her."

"Better than I may have been, all that time ago."

"...'course i will. how could i be anything but, around a lady like that?"

smiling, like he knew precisely what i meant.

i flicked my collar as i had when i first showed toriel this outfit.

"wouldn't've dreamt of even changing attire in the morning, before her."

"not to say my bro isn't a massive part of that as well."

"still, point being that - in more ways than one, i've..."

i knew it before, but i fully realized it in that moment.

"definitely changed. for her sake."

"...if anything, she's the one that's good to me."

"lady's whipped me into shape a bit, huh?"

"She has a way of doing that to others."

"the mom effect..."

"It truly works on everyone."

"......well."

immediately clocking who the "well" was about, asgore smiled.

"You cannot say that Asri-"

clearing his throat.

"..That Flowey is impervious to it, entirely."

"How many times has he quieted down with simply a stare from her?"

"fair point."

"still, even she can't wrangle him perfectly 24/7."

"He seems to listen to you sometimes."

"barely."

"Working in conjunction, you two seem to keep him under control well."

"...You make for a good parent, Sans."

"?!"

"Please be careful to not spill your tea, it may be hot still..."

"Not to mention potentially ruining your nice shirt."

"sorry."

i wipe tea from my mouth.

"...just took me by surprise a bit."

"Do you not consider yourself as their parent?"

"......labels feel kinda intense right now."

"..I see."

#undertale #journal #sans #asgore #sans and asgore #toriel #soriel #sans x toriel #toriel x sans #flowey #eeh i. don't know how to feel about it #i am not good at writing asgore

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mentallyshattered · 1 month

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This is part 24 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

We're late. Shit. Only by seven minutes, but there's a lot of gossip in the Backstage Room during seven minutes. Damn!

Luckily, we still have plenty of time for our skincare routines. Grim gets brushed a little faster than usual, but we're good. "Breakfast can be eaten on the way to class," I mutter to myself as I speedwalk down the hall.

"Y'ain't gawt classes t'day! Jeez, yeh jus'a lil' too awn edge 'bout yeh grades, ain't'cha? Cawlm yerself, 's awll awrigh'," says Epel, voice drawling along as it does to add a w into some words that wouldn't normally contain them this far north. I laugh along with him. We were really in such a hurry, and for what? Club doesn't start for a long while today.

In walks Korrak. Mandible is on his shoulder, as usual, and they look... as fatigued as always. Do they know? I can't tell. Maybe their evident exhaustion is from normal causes, whatever those are.

Well, I'm not going to risk it. Those two have never looked fully rested as long as I've known them, and using my signature spell last night showed me that's not a recent development. Even on the day of the entrance ceremony, they looked like there had been about two hours of deep, undisturbed, uninterrupted sleep between the two of them.

...Actually, they look way better now than they did then. I suppose Rook and Vil's care has really had an impact. Good. They deserve it.

Is the same true for me? Did I look like some kind of abomination when I walked in this world for the first time? Thinking back to day one, absolutely. Grim and I actually got taken into the Backstage Room first, and our housewarden spent over an hour and a half on detangling my hair alone- after he spent another thirty minutes on cutting it without breaking the scissors. Maybe I overestimated the difference between me and the boy with the dark blue opossum.

Ok, definitely. I definitely overestimated the difference between Korrak and I. Then again, we're from entirely different worlds, so is that a crime? I hope not.

Oh, well. Korrak isn't looking at me or Grim like anything's different, so we're probably fine. Probably. There's definitely an ethics factor, but I'm choosing to ignore that. For now.

Speaking of problems I'm aware of but choosing to pretend I'm not because the stress of that issue is pressing and I never learned to properly cope with anxiety in any way but ignoring it until I can't and it breaks me, I've heard of a spring and winter break when students go home. What do I do then?

Perhaps my impending doom shows on my face, but It doesn't matter if so because nobody appears to have noticed, and I don't see Rook. That doesn't mean he doesn't see me, though. Good ol' Rook.

He'll find me later. There's a good chance Grim and I will be taken to Vil's room to discuss that, and perhaps my signature spell. I need to get better at using that. There, that's something to do today.

I don't know when I sat down, nor do I know when Korrak and Epel started talking about combat, but it's oddly comforting to hear someone talking about fighting whilst drawing many of their 'a's into 'aw's. All becomes awl, on becomes awn, and so forth.

Did I have these moments before? Of peace, of contentment, of calm? Of simply sitting on a couch and listening to friends speak of violence in familiar voices and tones? No, I didn't, not even that last part. It's nice to know things can improve with as little as... well, not little. Still, it's nice to know things can improve.

I need to start with learning how to trigger Memory Lane. I think it was accidental last night, but I can't recall enough about before to even guess how I set it off then. Perhaps I have to be asleep? Does Grim has to be asleep? How close do I have to be to the person whose memories I'd like to rummage through, physically? Does physical space even matter? How well do I have to know them? Do I have to know them? Can I swap between targets without leaving the spell's area, or do I have to cast it twice for that to happen? Where does my physical body go? Can I take other people there?

I'm getting ahead of myself. First things first: how to start using Memory Lane. No, wait, first is breakfast. I'm almost done with that, so I'll head into the woods to train. I'll probably have to register that with Vil and maybe the headmage, but that can wait. I'd like to learn more about this spell before I tell.

"You look like you've got a plan," murrs Grim. "What're we doing today?"

"We're figuring out that spell," I maow back. Grim grins, sharp little teeth slightly dirty with minuscule chunks of salmon and toast.

"Y'all ain't all that subtle when yer up ter somethin'," teases Epel with a roll of his eyes before he gets up to stretch. "Best I git goin'," he starts again, smirking. "Cain't masta spelldrive without practice, after awll."

With that, Epel is gone, and Mandible turns to chitter at Korrak about something- I don't know what; I don't speak opossum- who then nods, scarfs down the rest of his food, and makes a break for it. He is stopped by Rook, who probably wasn't there a moment ago if my eyes are telling the truth.

"No running in the lounge," he chides gently. "Now, then, follow me!" I assume that has to do with club activities and think nothing of it. We ought to be going, too- daylight only lasts so long.

The forest is quite pretty again, leaves crunching beneath my feet as I step through the rug of orange, red, yellow, and brown that only parts for trees, their roots, and large rocks. The air here is crisp and fresh, good for clearing your head. I'll probably need that to pull this off, but I'm not sure. Can't hurt, at least.

I inhale, holding the air in my lungs and picturing... someone. The breath escapes me. Who should I go for? Myself, perhaps? Grim? Korrak again? Myself, I'll try myself first. Worth a shot, at the very least.

I try again, holding my breath in my lungs with an image of me, as reflected in the Backstage Room's wall-length mirror. My eyes close. My breath exits me in a quiet whisper: "Memory Lane."

I open my eyes to a Grim-grey path beneath my feet and a slightly blueish sky. Not blue-grey, but blue-brown, like the sky was shifting from a brunette brown to an overhead midnight expanse and I walked in on it midway through. The "stars" are small, black dots and streaks that have scattered themselves across the expanse, more numerous than in Korrak's and somewhat grouped into rows that make me think of a river spreading itself over the landscape it cuts through, as if I walked in on them, too.

The trees are willows, not the weeping kind- at least, not until I look close enough to see their branches are held up by vines with stems that match the path and leaves that match the flames in Grim's ears. The trees themselves are the dark, colorless color of my familiar's trident tail, and their leaves vary in color like confetti- some are the signature Pomefiore purple, some are the same blue as the leaves on the vines, some are a different shade of violet I've seen in Vil's eyes, and some are the green of ferns, moss, and Rook's irises. These willows do weep, but the vines prevent that. Interesting.

I wonder what that says about me.

In front of the comforted willows are more memory screens, though mine appear less like floating screens and more like... what's the word? Like those big, fancy graves with something built from smooth marble atop them, honoring the dead by creating something beautiful in their name. Crypt? No, those are underground. Tomb? Maybe.

Mausoleum, that's it. Though, notably, only the memory portal things a little ways away have them- these are nestled in the willows themselves, once low-hanging branches held away from the screen by the vines and slightly obscuring my view of the past anyway. The farther and further I look, the more little white roofs I see.

"Funny," starts Grim, "I don't remember all this. I mean, the sky's bluer than before, the leaves on the trees are more colors, and the fancy buildings are new, too." He dips his head down, eyes facing the ground near my feet. "Then again, it's been years, and my memory isn't all that great. I don't remember my family, just being cold, that striped ribbon, this place, and you." He curls into himself, soft stomach hidden from my sight, and I cannot help but forget for a mere moment that I am holding a catlike unknown as opposed to a newborn human in my arms. The thought soon evaporates like a drop of water on the surface of the sun, though my familiar's pose remains fetal.

"That's okay, Grim," I reassure, hugging him closer to my chest. "We have each other." I do not tell him the whispers of my childhood are blurry and mysterious like fog over the sea. I do not tell him he is all I clearly recall. I do not tell him I've forgotten the face of my reflection so much I thought I was face blind until I realized I only knew what I looked like when I saw myself. He does not need to know.

Nobody does. Not Mandible, not Korrak, not Epel or Rook or Vil or anyone but me. Those teachers are irrelevant now; this new world has new rules that they can't teach me. Those kids were never my friends; they just let me sit with them and tried to talk to me. Those parents aren't my parents anymore; I have new ones.

Methinks I need a distraction. My remedy is to walk a few meters to the nearest one, adjusting Grim in my arms as I do so, and touching the shiny white with my newly free hand. My familiar uncurls and turns his head to watch my fingertips glide accross the pristine, exact surface. Not one bump, dent, or crack.

The memory itself is of searching the woods for a stick to turn into a toy for Grim- it's clear and crisp despite the fact that I haven't touched it and don't intend to. Behind me, the next memory is of learning I had magic. It's just as vivid as the one before it.

Further down the path, though, memory mausoleums are fewer and farther between. It's nowhere near as packed along the sides as Korrak's- a testament to my poor memory, I suppose- or, perhaps it testifies for his being above average. Maybe even both.

I guess that's just my life- forgotten until recently.

Actually, if I look, there are a few. These ones are blurry, concerningly so, and some part of me says they need to be wiped down like soapy windows in a car wash, as though that would somehow improve the quality.

The farther back I go into the faded scraps of my own forgotten past, the fewer and farther between the memories get, and the ones we do find are notably worse than the last, though not by much. It adds up, though. After a while, they look less like life viewed through a dirty lens and more like splotches of color that were filmed through fog.

Then, I see it. This marblelike structure is huge; I'd have to stand on my own shoulders to see the top. What event could this possibly be?

I look. It's crisp like the most recent ones, with clear differences between even a grey, trident-tailed cat and an asphalt road.

Oh.

It's... Grim's death.

...

Yeah, that... that lines up. When did I get on the ground? Oh, I've fallen. Grim is- alive. He's alive, and I'm not losing him. Not again.

It'd be comforting if I could tell myself that wasn't real, but it is. That happened, and it won't again. Not on my watch. I won't let it, no matter what.

"H-hey," starts my frantic familiar. "Yuu... um, look! Over there! I think there might be something under the trees! Let's go and look, okay?"

That's right. That's right. More to see. More to remember. Farther and further back into my faded past.

I stand and look. He's right; the branches are unusually thick here. And, right at the bottom, a rectangle cuts off, like a memory has been hidden by the trees and was revealed by the vines pulling them up.

Gently, slowly, I brush some branches aside. Harshly, suddenly, I am standing in a very nostalgic yard.

Grass. Clover. A mossy wooden fence that my startled mind remembers was willowwood, once upon a time. Grim was right. This is a memory. Speaking of Grim, there he is. In my arms. My eight-year-old, grey-clad arms. I recognize that hoodie- the grey of Grim's fur. It was my favorite as a kid.

Another child is walking down the sidewalk. Small me sees him- blond hair, forgotten eyes- and does not call. He sees small me right back, through the many large holes in the picket fence, and then he stops, his feet in dark cyan shoes I don't remember the style of. His mouth opens.

"Hey! Yuu!" I freeze. It feels almost as though he's calling out to me- not small me, but current me. That shouldn't be possible, and then small me shouts back.

"What?" My old, echoing voice calls back. The boy- Christopher- smiles like he's just been given a pack of gummy bears.

That's right. Christopher. His name was Christopher, and his favorite food was gummy bears. He sat with me at lunch.

"Are you gonna come over to my house this weekend?"

Small me lights up. "Sure!"

"Okay," Christopher shouts back, "see you tomorrow!"

"Bye!" Small me turns back to Grim. I get a good look at him then, and he is visibly younger than the Grim of today. His trident tail, like the rest of him, is smaller, and the blue flames in his ears look more like embers than they do fire, as though they once roared and have been slowly softened by the neverending sands of time.

"Mreew," sqeals the exited bundle of fur.

Small me giggles, ecstatic and still learning cat. When did I master that language?

The door on the house behind me opens, faded paint flaking off in thin shards of what was once green. Young me turns to the obnoxious squeaking, and thoughts drop into my mind like rain into a bucket: That door was greener. Why is it so white now?

The paintless parts of the door are pale brown.

The memory cuts to the following day. Christopher's mother is cutting my hair, and, from where today's me is standing, it oddly resembles Vil doing the same. She's fussing over how it should t be this matted, and how this isn't healthy, and how she's going to call CPS. I can't even remember what that stands for. Did I ever know?

More thoughts flow through me: Their door is so quiet; mine is so loud. Their house is warm like the park is in summer. What color is this? It's like the walls of the doctor's office. Or snow.

I smile to myself. My elementary school was decently fancy when I was a kid, even though Night Raven has since blown it out of the water. Many of the kids who attended came from rich families, and my friends were no exception.

The memory ends, and I'm standing on the road again. It feels like something was cut out, like there was more to it that was lost to time. I guess I'll never know again. Thinking about that makes me feel a little faint.

We should head back. I can't tell the time right now, but we do have club.

I think I can just...

"Memory Lane."

There. Isn't that neat? With just the faintest of whispers and a little bit of magic, we're back in the woods- and my phone is buzzing in my pocket with messages. Specifically, texts from Ortho.

12:02

[This groupchat was created]

[Groupchat renamed to "Board Games Club]

8:34

(666-89-02740) Hi!

This is Ortho Shroud of Ignihyde

You are Yuu of Pomefiore, right?

And Azul Ashengrotto of Octanville

8:35

(534-82-42001) Yes, this is Azul.

Why are you texting us?

The lounge is opening.

(666-89-02740) Board Games club has been canceled for today

Idia is sick

And the club room hasn't been cleaned yet

Neither have the games

8:36

(534-82-42001) Okay, I'll be at the lounge if you need me.

(666-89-02740) Okay!

Yuu, respond when you see this

The first thing I do before I respond is add Ortho and Azul to my contacts. I don't know how Ortho got my number, but it probably has to do with the whole "Ignihyde is the tech dorm" thing. The second thing I do is look at the time, and the third is sigh with relief. We'd be late if it weren't for club being canceled.

10:07

(Yuu & Grim) We have seen this!

(Blue Candle) Got it

Thank you!

I smile. It feels like I'm connecting with this new world a little bit more at a time, and the thought is enough to distract from the still-drying tears on my cheeks. Grim is purring again, probably unintentionally.

And that connection with my old one is gone. Was it ever even there? My life was nothing special, except for Grim. I should know- interesting things stick in my mind. I lost a lot of then after the whole car-and-cat thing, but I remember some of Shakespeare's plays. They were interesting.

I only remember one of them, though- what was it called? The Ides Of March, I think that's it. All I really recall is the name and that some guy got stabbed.

I remember that play better than I remember my biological parents, and I barely remember the play. Did I even live with them? Did I ever know them? Maybe I was raised by a straight couple. Or a lesbian. Or two lesbians.

No matter. Right now, my "parents" are a pair of theater kids, and I'm happy with that. I like them. Vil personally dematted my hair when I first arrived.

...Hold on. I was raised by parents, not aunts or uncles or anything, I know that much. And I know they were alive and in the house. And I know parents are supposed to care for their children.

So, why was my hair a rat's nest when I first came to Night Raven? Why did Vil have to spend so long fixing it? Why am I hyperventilating?!

I hold my breath and pray to whatever will listen to please let me faint. That's what I always did back then... okay, maybe that just means this is a bad thing to do.

Maybe my poor memory is one of the ways I cope. I'll never know with what. That's the point, after all.

My phone breifly vibrates with another message, this one directly from Ortho to me with nobody else involved.

10:46

(Blue Candle) Hey

I can't find anything on you except school-related stuff

Anything

(Yuu & Grim) Why were you looking for that?

(Blue Candle) The nurse asked me if I could find your medical history and stuff

You know

For safety reasons

Seems reasonable. Although, wouldn't it make more sense to contact Vil first? And then Rook? Or the headmage, even? Maybe Ortho knows her personally or something. Maybe she wanted to contact Idia, but he sent his brother in his place. Yeah, that makes sense.

10:47

(Yuu & Grim) Yeah idk lol

Good luck

(Blue Candle) ???

That does not help

(Yuu & Grim) 🤷

(Blue Candle) 😐

😑

😐

I don't send anything new, still processing my delight over the discovery of this world's emojis. By the time I look back, Ortho has sent another text

10:48

(Blue Candle) Meet me in the nurse's office soon so I can get your blood type and stuff

(Yuu & Grim) Ok!

"C'mon, Yuu! Let's go, I'm bored," meows Grim. I smile and nod. I can process this later, anyway.

@cenatour

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #m!yuu #twst yuu #twst grim #twst oc #twst epel #twst ortho #twst azul #twst rook #twst #what if yuu didn't want to go back #tw pet death #tw neglect

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hanniehearts · 1 year

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Halloween w/ Jess Mariano 🎃🃏💿🍂🔮

A/N: Came up with these little scenarios last night w a friend on ft and thought to share! No promises as to what the content of my blog will be, for now this is a one off. Happy Halloween!!!

Jess Mariano x reader

Warnings: none

not based on canonical timeline events!

Pics via Pinterest, not mine!

Ps. I’m not good with dialogue so feel free to imagine or share anything you feel fits in these scenarios, I appreciate any feedback <3

Pumpkin Carving 🎃

In Luke’s after hours, crazy set up at the counter, the essentials: newspaper, bowls spoons, knives, dry erase markers

His ass is NOT spending money on a carving kit 💀 especially not when he has a kitchen of tools to choose from.

Getting an ‘if you guys are going to keep those things in here, make sure it’s a appropriate’ talk from Luke

Jess brushes off the comment, but lowkey starts to wipe away whatever he was drawing initially

Sneaking glances at your outline from over your shoulder, so he can make his somewhat match

Cutting out the tops of both pumpkins so you don’t hurt yourself if it slips

Getting each cut out started for you if you have trouble with it

Nah he is getting those seeds out BARE HANDED after losing patience w a spoon 😟, will shove the guts in ur face

‘Cmon what’s the big deal… jeez 🙄’ ew dude

Leaves both pumpkins lit in Luke’s window instead of on the doorstep cuz according to him ‘they’ll get smashed, I would know’

Naturally, that’s what he had in mind for the rest of your evening together, go figure.

Movie night🎞

Jess isn’t one to celebrate holidays too hard, but he sees you eyeing the Halloween section of the video store while you guys are out on a late night walk, passing by the window

The next day he rents as many as he could, grabbing an array of horror, Halloween classics, and any other movie that could be passed off as scary, with very loose parameters only he could come up with

Goes to the market for those Halloween pillsbury cookies, and microwave popcorn for you to make while he sets up the surprise in the next room

Also snagged some candles from an emergency kit in the bottom of Luke’s storage closet

is lowkey so excited to show you your little surprise date, but doesn’t show it

Will only show you horror as an option for the movies, will have a field day teasing about your reactions ,‘I thought this stuff didn’t scare you?’’

Very much will give you a little jolt on purpose during jumpscare moments, followed by an apology coloured with a smile that lasted a little too long

This has falling asleep on the couch written all over it sorry 😞 he’s the type to not move no matter how uncomfortable he may be to make sure you don’t wake up

Trick or Treaters 🍬

Tough guy doesn’t want to hand out candy to the kids 🙄

Basically have to drag him to the door the first time it rings, candy bowl in the other hand

You’re met with a lot of ‘your better at this kind of thing’ and ‘why do we have to give them candy?? there’s plenty of other houses around this town’ blah blah whatever

pretty much looming over your shoulder as you step out to greet the neighbourhood kids, but he follows anyways

Awkward at first, taking sweets from the bowl, and passing it into awaiting buckets, thinking, the faster these kids get the candy the faster they leave and the more time he gets with you

By the sixth set of kids, Jess is opening the door, making comments about the costumes, the children giggling at his remarks

Nearing the end of the night, the bell rings likely for one of the last times

‘Cmon the kids need their scores’ Now he’s doing the dragging.

‘I thought you didn’t like handing out candy’

‘Yeah well… maybe it’s not so bad’

So basically he loved it and will never tell, but you both knew

Thanks for reading! I have some more non Halloween scenarios in mind if that’s something you’d like to see, let me know! I am also by no means a writer, these ideas originally came out verbally, so conveying it in written form is kinda difficult, but I hope you enjoyed!

#pinterest #jess mariano #gilmore girls #jess mariano fluff #jess mariano imagine #gilmore girls imagine #autumn #jess mariano x reader #jess mariano x you

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dragondemoness · 10 months

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It is I, the Mukuro Anon

can I request angst of Mukuro brainwashing her S/O, and putting them in the killing game?

Mukuro Ikusaba Brainwashing her S/O and Putting Them in the Killing Game

It was not an easy decision to make

She dreaded this day, and it finally came

The day she was forced to choose between you and her sister

She loved you, she truly did

You were the only one who didn't avoid her or mistreat her in any way

The way you smiled at her when you saw her, the twinkle in your eyes, your gentle touches

She was in love with all of it

And yet, she loved her sister, too

In a strange, twisted way that wasn't normal whatsoever

She would kill for her sister, and she has, many times

Even she felt a rush from the despair, and she believed her sister returned this affection wholeheartedly, even if she didn't show it

Even though she was completely devoted to her sister, she couldn't help but turn away from her when she saw you

Poor, gentle you, so naive to the situation around you

Even though Mukuro was so devoted to her sister's plan, she knew Junko wouldn't react well to knowing how soft she was for you

Mukuro prayed that Junko wouldn't touch you, and she kept your relationship a secret, knowing that it would be better that Junko didn't know you existed

Unfortunately, this plan failed from the start

Junko was incredibly intelligent, and much more observant than people tended to believe

She knew right off the bat that you were someone very special to Mukuro, and she just couldn't have that

Mukuro was her closest ally, and she couldn't risk having her betray her

So once the plan was put into motion, it was finally time to make her choose

Mukuro was shocked to find out that Junko knew the truth, and Junko only laughed at her mockingly

"Jeez, how slow are you?! I thought you'd know your sister better than that! Wow, you really are as dumb as a rock, you know that?"

At that point, Mukuro was numb to her insults

She barely processed what she was saying, only being frozen with fear of what she would do to you

"Man, I can't believe you fell for someone while we were working on our plan! I'm your sister, dammit! You're supposed to be on my side!"

"I-I am on your side! I-It's just that--"

"Shush, my turn to talk. Listen, everything's finally coming together, and I'm not letting some stupid little crush of yours get in the way! So guess what? That little partner of yours is gonna be part of our game, too!"

"Wh-What?"

"Yep! But this time, I'm not gonna do a thing. It's gonna be by your own hand, got it? If you really are on my side, surely you can do that itty bitty favor for me, right?"

Mukuro looked away in hesitation

She felt so stupid for falling in love, and she hated how things turned out

She should have been able to protect you from her sister, and she even felt bad about keeping such a secret from her

But it was too late to change anything

She needed to decide once and for all where to place her loyalty

Ultimately, the answer was Junko

Her twin sister, her best friend since childhood, the only one she had left

She had no choice; it had to be her

With that, she reluctantly agreed, and a wide grin formed on Junko's face

You soon shared your last moment with Mukuro before she knocked you out

She stared down at your unconscious body with a look of regret as tears began pouring down her face

"I'm sorry... Please forgive me..."

Then she got to work, and soon, the Hope's Peak killing game was put into motion

Mukuro was posing as Junko, and you had no memories of her, or anything from your time at school

You just went about your business, and Mukuro watched you painfully from afar

Meanwhile, Junko was relishing in the despair Mukuro felt from losing her loved one, and even more so knowing that Mukuro would pay soon enough

She managed to secure her trust in the end, and soon, it would be time to let her go...

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #mukuro ikusaba x reader

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mineonmain · 9 months

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Thai QL Favorites Tag Game

Tagged by @telomeke ^u^ slay

Credit: this game was created by @thatgirl4815 as Thai BL Favorites Tag Game.

Favorite Thai QL: Bad Buddy was my first and probably till date my fav. What a way to start. Very few BLs overall have lived up to the unreal standard that this show set, and no matter what all has happened IRL since the airing of the show, this show has a place in my heart that nothing is going to ever replace. It's the show that revived my love and passion for TV shows after years. This show (ep 5 4/4 👀) changed my brain chemistry, without exaggeration. P'Aof i'm chewing on your furniture until you pay for my therapy. [Other favs are MLC, ATOTS, UWMA, Between Us, MSP]

Favorite Pairing: I guess i'll talk about actor pairings but onscreen, not how they are offscreen. EarthMix is absolutely one of my favs, they bring a maturity, natural-ness, and intensity to their acting that I've rarely found in other GMMTV pairings. I'm also gonna mention FourthGem because they're the GMM young blood and I think they've got an incredible amount of potential. We've already seen their range in MLC and MSP, and I think they're going to be huge. I have a huge soft spot for BounPrem (but I may be biased lol), and this may be a lukewarm take but I really enjoyed BillySeng, I thought they had some incredible onscreen chemistry.

Most underrated actor: Oh jeez where do I start. Gotta mention Fourth - he's not really underrated but he's just starting out, but I can already see he's got the chops and with the right training and right directors he's absolutely Going Placed. Shout out to Fluke Natouch, that boy does emotional scenes like no one else. Special shoutout to Tonnam - he's supposed to be starring in his first BL as a main character this year, idk if that's still on schedule or not, but every character he's ever played so far has been a hit in my book. His comedic timing is unparalleled for me, it never fails to hit.

Favorite Character: How do I choose!! Pat Napat is so dear to me??? As is Ae from LBC???? Tutor from Why R U???? Team from Between Us?? I've got so many different little blorbos it's impossible to choose. They're all pocket sized to me. Making me choose is a crime.

Favorite Side Character: Idk why but the first one that comes to mind is View from Between Us. He's absolutely Little Bro, but he's also so sweet and genuine and full of love??? He's annoying bc all little brothers are genetically coded to be annoying but he's impossible not to love. His smile is healing. You can't take him away from me.

Favorite scene in a QL: Bad Buddy Ep 5 4/4. This was the scene that actually broke me. The lead up to the scene, the subtle but deliberate choices that both the characters made. Pat gritting himself to go talk to Pran bc if there's one thing he doesn't do it's avoid people and situations. Pran resigning himself to the conversation bc he can't avoid it any longer. Pat finally saying exactly how he's been feeling less than a business day after he had the realisation himself, bc the moment he feels something and decides it he has to act on it. The music swelling in the background. Pran realising that he's been projecting his fears onto Pat this entire time, that Pat has always feel differently about him too. Pran asking the question to break it all, wording in one way where he was expecting one kind of answer, not expecting that it would be interpreted in an entirely different way and would rock the foundation of their already teetering relationship. Pran asking if they want to be friends, because the alternative would be to be enemies. Pat hearing 'do you want to be only friends', and realising that that would never be enough for the both of them. Pat seeing that Pran is scared, and realising that he has to have courage enough for the both of them. Pat taking the deepest and shakiest breath of his life, swallowing down his fear and trepidation, voice trembling saying 'no'. This is the scariest thing that Pat has ever had to do, but how he'd rather do this than lose Pran again. Them both taking a step towards each other, because this is a decision not of one but of equals, mutual as they have always been. Pat treating this like his first kiss, like a relief of finally knowing the answer to a question that has long plagued him, like the start of something, going into it with utter joy and coming out of it with complete bliss, because the world finally makes sense. Pran treating this like his last kiss, like the end of everything they had ever been or ever could be, like he was going to milk this for everything it was worth because he was never going to get a chance to do this ever again, going into it with fear and desperation, and coming out of it with heartache and resignation, because they had lost everything they had and couldn't get it back. Pat crying tears of joy because he finally found what he was looking for, and Pran crying tears of pain because he got to experience for the first and last time what he would never be allowed to have but had longed for all of his life. Yeah I'm so normal about this show.

Favorite line in a QL: I mean. I literally said it all above, but yeah. 'If we're not enemies, could we be friends?' 'Do you want to be friends?' 'No.'

Most Anticipated QL (& why): I don't honestly know?? But I do wanna see the Thai remake of Cherry Magic, I'm interested in seeing how they're gonna treat it differently from the source show, esp since Thai shows have a tendency to bit more high heat and the original show was all about the tenderness of falling for someone because of their goodness.

Healthiest relationship in a QL: oooh i gotta go for TinnGun from MSP, they're just so lovable. Yes it's a highschool relationship but it was presented so sweetly without coming across as childish, and my boy Tinn is the ultimate green flag. Also even tho I'm not personally a SaifahZon fan (they're not my cup of tea) I think they're incredibly healthy.

Most toxic relationship in a QL: TharnType (i'm mostly looking at you Tharn), most of the KP pairings (the T in Theerapanyakuls stands for needs Therapy), early RainPhayu (i'm sorry but pigtail-pulling on the playground to show you like someone is very kindergarten behavior Phayu), LianKuea (go ahead girlbosses who gaslight and gatekeep).

Guilty pleasure series: I honestly don't know if anything I like counts as a guilty pleasure. Maybe SCOY?? Because I know there's a lot of people who don't like it and find it cringe but I think they're all kind of missing the point. I could write a mini-essay about this show too but i'll save that for another day.

Most underrated series: Ingredients (Baby Jeff!!), My Only 12% (It absolutely deserved more love and hype).

Tagging: @antisocial-burrito @liyazaki @webetterlove @bisexualhedgehog @shortpplfedup @whatisgodtoanonbeliever @onstoryladders @respectthepetty @heesulovebot @gunsatthaphan @incandescentflower @rythyme @elevatormusic @vegaspetesupremicy

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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If This Is Our Destiny 2

Past! Angel x F reader ** | Future? Manny x F reader **

⚠️Warnings: flashback to the night of the attack, some anxiety, Angel Reyes 🙄

** woc/black/bipoc f readers to the front bbs. Anyone can read tho. You can image her as an OC ‘Princesa’ as well if that’s your preference 😁 many options to choose from.

An: I’ve never really been into the idea of someone calling me ‘mama’ or ‘ma’ but only one man can now (jeez thanks Rio)

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Gif credit to the owners 💕

- Flashback, 2 months prior -

You close your eyes and take a slow deep breath. After a few seconds, you return to lighting the candles. Looking across the way, you notice all the guys are around the pool table, taking stock of ammo and guns.

Bishop eyes the supply. “You gonna burn through these boxes in 30 seconds.”

Turning around, your eyes scan the bottles on the shelves, you have an idea. Grabbing two from the shelf, you turn back and place them on the counter. “How about fire with fire?”

Angel, Ez and Bish all turn back and look at you. Bish nods, “yeah.”

- Flashback over -

“Hey ma, you good?” You come back to the present moment and find Manny leaning over the counter, those deep brown eyes observing you. His voice washes over you like a smooth drink. “You wiped that glass down three times, where’d you go?”

“Oh, sorry. “

You put the glass and towel down. After a quick scan of the room, you confirm you and Manny are alone. He’s still leaning over the counter, eyes fixed on you.

Dropping your voice to a whisper, you move closer to him, “Since the attack, sometimes I have these moments. Bits and pieces of it come back. I think I’m still processing it.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“Shit,” you rub your forehead, “is it that obvious?”

“Nah,” Manny shakes his head, “the first time you live through some shit like that, it’s hard to shake. Be easy with yourself.”

You smile, “thanks Manny.”

“You know I got you,” He stands upright and straightens out his shirt and kutte, “it's late Princesa. How you gettin’ home?”

You’ve developed a habit of getting lost in his eyes. It was too easy to become distracted by Manny: his voice, the way he held himself, those eyes, his long dark eyelashes, his lips, his cheekbones, his jawline, even the little silver stud in his left nostril…Manny was a work of art.

It’s not until you see a smile dance on his lips that you realize how long you’ve been staring. Pulling yourself together, you reach under the bar and grab your bag and jacket. "My car is still in the shop, so I’ll call a cab.”

You slip your jacket on then scan the bar once. It was clean enough. You thought the Santo Padre guys were messy, but the Yuma chapter took messy to a new level; it was like clearing up after a bunch of frat boys. Rude, handsy, disrespectful frat boys at that.

You thankfully had less incidents than the other women, thanks to a mix of kicking one in the balls and Angel and Ez coming to your defense. They nearly beat those guys to death, the post drama aside, most of the Yuma dudes backed off after that.

The only other incident happened a week and a half ago. You were bending over to pick something up off the floor and felt a greedy hand grab at you. Manny walked in just as it happened and ripped the asshole away from you. Chapter brother or not, he made it clear, you weren’t to be touched.

You flash Manny a smile, “I’m so glad you’re not like the others, seriously. I’ll be right back.”

You make a quick stop at the crappy excuse of a bathroom. After washing and drying your hands, you order a car and head toward the front door. You hear some hushed voices in Templo as you pass, it’s Bishop and Hank.

This is the third late night Manny walked you out. It was sweet, and as long as Angel wasn't around, you'd let him do it as much as he pleases. As you both descend the stairs, Manny makes an offer, “You know what, forget the cab. I’ll drop you off.”

“Yeah?” You ask with a smirk.

The idea of riding on Manny's bike while you hold him has crossed your mind many times. You were never bold enough to ask though…then there was Angel…he’d freak the fuck out if he ever saw that. The times you caught him watching you and Manny, it was like a blood vessel was going to burst any second.

“That is way better than a cab, I’ll take you up on it.”

Manny’s eyes light up at the sight of your smile. After a second or two, Manny sits on the bike and starts it up. He hands you the helmet, “come on ma.”

Riding on the back of Manny’s bike is exactly how you imagined. He feels good. This feels good. It’s like you were meant to be here. Hold him tight, head resting comfortably against his shoulder as you ride. You want this to last forever.

Somewhere near the halfway point of reaching your place, that ghost you can’t shake pops into your mind and suddenly you remember how it felt with Angel. You blink the thought away almost as fast as it comes. Not tonight. You wouldn’t let Angel Reyes haunt you tonight.

When you arrive at your apartment, Manny parks the bike and walks you to your door. You fiddle with your keys, knowing what you want to ask, but not sure if you should ask it. You lower your gaze, trying to figure out just how bold you were feeling.

Manny leans against the wall, “About that night,” you look up, fixing your eyes on his, “I didn’t know you were in there. Shit, “he shakes his head and stares past you, “I think about it you know. You could have been hurt…or worse.”

You grab his forearm. “Hey, we didn’t know each other Manny. I don’t blame you for that. It was inner club shit and I happened to be inside while it went down.” You give his arm a light squeeze. “How was I supposed to know we’d meet.”

The guilt in his eyes is quickly replaced by something else, something lighter, more relaxed. The moment that smile returns to his lips, your heart beats faster. In his normal chill demeanor, Manny relaxes further against the wall, “Yeah, you're right.”

“I am.” You reply and squeeze his arm once more before letting him go.

Manny watches you lift your hand, then his eyes float back up to yours. Feeling a surge of confidence, you soon say the words that have been lingering on your lips. Sure, you spend a lot of time thinking about the consequences of this, but you want this, you want Manny. And all his flirting, sexy smiles, lingering glances, the way he gently touches your arm and shoulder; it all tells you he feels the same.

“Um, so - “you pause, breathing into it, “would you like to come in?”

You wait for a yes, it doesn't come.

The night suddenly feels too quiet. Like it’s taunting you for being so forward and reckless. You notice the tension in his brows, he’s thinking something, but not saying it.

“Sorry, never mind. Thank you for the ride though.” You turn to your door quickly and put the key in. When you hear the click, you push it open and rush inside.

“Wait, hold up, “Manny follows you inside and closes the door gently behind him.

Still not looking back at him, you hang your keys on the hook and flip on the lights.

“Manny, really, it’s fine. Just forget it happened.” You talk with your hands, walking toward the kitchen to get away from him. You hope he’ll turn and leave, then you can sit with your embarrassment alone.

“Nah, hold up,” Manny catches up and gently grabs your hand. You don’t pull away, instead you turn to face him, “I’m feelin' you, Ma,” Manny holds your hand tighter, his eyes soft on yours, “but, you and Angel, that's gotta be done. For real.”

“We are.” You stare up at him, feeling confused. “We’ve been done for months.”

Manny doesn’t say anything. You can tell by the way he’s looking at you that he wants to believe you, he really does, but doesn’t. The sweet free feeling of being on his bike is now gone. The air in your apartment suddenly feels thin.

“Did,” you take your hand away, “did he say anything to you?”

Manny gently lifts your chin with his fingers, your eyes meet his, “he may have a different idea of being done Princesa.”

“Fuck,” you break eye contact. Manny gently caresses your cheek, then takes his hand away.

You cross your arms and pace, anger building in your body, imagining all the shit Angel could have said in your mind. Angel Reyes imploded things; he blew shit up. He had a real talent for it. Sadly, this isn't the first time you heard something like this.

Manny stands behind you and rests his hand on your left shoulder, “I’m going to head out. Unless you want me to sit with you for a while?”

“No, it’s okay,” you sigh and face him, “go home. It’s really late.”

You couldn’t be mad at him; Manny was looking out for himself and didn’t want to get involved in anything messy. You and Angel were the definition of messy and you’ve been trying your hardest to change that.

“You gonna be alright?” Manny asks, drawing you into a hug. You relax against him, taking in his scent and the way he feels.

You close your eyes. “I’ll survive.”

The hug lingers for a while longer. You don’t want to let go, Manny doesn’t either. When the hug finally breaks you miss it already. You walk him to the door and wait until he rides off to go back inside.

It takes 23 minutes. 23 minutes and 11 seconds before you give in and send a text. You were fuming by this time and what comes out of you is a brick wall of a text; a purge of sharp words and every curse you could think of. It feels good, it feels really fucking good. Until you read it over. Then, you feel defeated.

Even after leaving his ass for the 2nd time almost 4 months ago, he still had a hold on you. Enough of a hold to make you a rage filled teary-eyed mess as you texted him. It was supposed to be easier four months out, right?

Though you hated him right now, you did care about him, loved him, loved his family. Angel was maybe the most damaged person you know, and you had to remind yourself, love or not, history or not, it wasn’t your job to fix him or soothe his wounds. You delete the very honest, very scathing text and write something else.

{You: We need to talk. Free tomorrow?}

Three dots appear instantly, it makes you wonder if he felt you texting him. You two had a weird ass connection like that. The three dots linger a while, with his new name in your phone, ‘do not text’

{Angel: is this your stubborn ass way of asking me to come over?}

You roll your eyes and almost smile, almost.

{You: No. I mean talk, literally.}

Three dots appear, then vanish.

{You: Tomorrow, I’ll stop by. Around 8? Just please wait for your groupie sex fest until after I leave. I don’t need to see that shit.}

{Angel: It could be me and you, querida, like old times.}

You write something, delete it, then pause. He doesn’t write either. You put your phone down beside you on the bed and rub your face with your hands. Your phone buzzes.

[Angel: fuck this texting shit, I’m coming over.}

“Oh my god,” panicking, you quickly type telling him not to come. Then you dial his number and call. He doesn’t pick up. Knowing Angel, he was likely on his bike, speeding over here right now.

Your suspicion is right, a knock arrives at your door only 21 minutes later. You don’t want to open the door, but you know him, he’s obnoxious and will knock until you do.

When you open the door, the first thing you notice is how tired he is. He leans against the doorframe and stares down at you. It’s near impossible to look away, the tall strong figure you knew so well, that beard you love, those tattoos: he’s even wearing the backward cap and sleeveless t-shirt combo you loved. Asshole, he did this on purpose.

Angel’s hungry gaze moves over your form, then lingers on your bare legs. “You put that one on for me?” He asks with a smirk.

You glance down and realize what shirt you’re wearing. It was a simple, oversized band tee. The shorts you have on underneath are hidden by the length. When you changed your clothes, you just pulled one out without looking. It was Angel's favorite too.

“It’s for me,” you grip the handle tighter, “I told you not to come over.”

Angel shrugs, “ phone died.”

You roll your eyes, knowing he’s lying and try to close the door. Angel blocks it, steps inside, then closes it behind him. He smells like beer, cigarettes and leather.

“Angel -”

“I knew you missed me, I could tell by the way you look at me from the bar, all heart eyes and shit.”

“You’re delusional. And an asshole.”

You head toward him with the intention of opening the front door. As you pass him, Angel grabs your arm and slips his free hand behind your head. Before you can protest, Angel leans in and crashes his lips against yours.

With wide eyes you watch him kiss you. You can feel your body reacting, despite telling it not too. You always loved the way it feels, being pressed beneath him.

Your hands are flat against his chest now, for a brief moment you slide them down, feeling his muscles. Your eyes start to close, you almost give in - almost.

You push him away with a shove and step back, putting distance between your bodies. Your heart is pounding now, you take a moment to catch your breath. Angel’s kisses, just like the rest of him, were sinfully seductive and addictive. One taste has the power to regress all the work you’ve done.

You don't want that. You want better. You need better.

Angel responds as expected to the rejection. He steps back, doing that thing he does with his head when he’s pissed. “Yo what the fuck?!”

“We don’t kiss!” You bark at him. “Angel, we are not a couple, we’re not lovers…we’re not even friends right now. You can’t pull shit like that!” You take another step back and cross your arms, shielding your body from him.

Angel sucks his teeth and brushes you off.

“That’s really fucking rude, you know that right?”

“Shit, like you care. "Angel hissed venomously. He paces at the other end of the hall. “You fucking broke up with me, remember?” Angel walks away and heads into your kitchen.

I can’t fucking believe this guy. Cursing under your breath, you follow him inside and find him opening your fridge, his back toward you.

“You fucking confusing you know that?”

You can barely believe what you’re hearing. “ME? How the fuck am I confusing, Angel? I’ve stayed away from you for months! I don’t text you, even when you text me. We only see each other at the clubhouse. I ignored your late-night drunk calls. How the fuck am I confusing?”

With fast angry steps, you storm toward the fridge and slam it shut before he can grab anything. The act of aggression surprises him, he takes a step back and stares at you.

Your body is almost shaking with anger now. The tense expression on his face melts to something else, amusement. He chuckles and leans into the nearby counter.

“You cute when you’re all pissed off and shit.”

“Oh my god.” you take a deep breath and rest your hands on your hips, “everything's a joke, isn’t it?”

“Not everything.” He tilts his head to the side and smiles. When you don’t, he leans over and smiles wider, “come on, where is it?”

He’s not going to ease it out of you, even though he almost does. You keep control of your expression. The bastard was charming. And this has worked in the past. But you don’t want to get stuck there, you want to move toward the future. A future that might have Manny as part of it. You step around to the other side of the counter and rest your hands on the surface, trying to sort your thoughts.

“Querida,” Angel walks over to you and grabs your shoulder.

“Don’t call me that.” You lift his hand and move a few steps away.

Angel stays where he is and lowers his head, “You know what I was doin' when you texted?”

You raise a brow, “Fucking your problems away?”

Angel chuckles, “naw. I was layin' on the couch, watching that shitty Novela. The one you used to watch with me. I had me thinkin' about you and shit…. about us…about tryin' again.” The vulnerability in his eyes almost melts your heart. But you stay strong. “How's that shit go…third times a charm or whatever? Don’t you wanna see if that's true?”

The weight of this words plus spending all day on your feet hits you all at once. You go to the table and sink into the chair closest to the window. Angel doesn’t say anything, he alternates between staring down at his feet and you.

You take a breath, exhale, then speak, “If we ever find our way to each other again, Angel, it will be as friends. Just friends. Remember that? I miss that version of us. Everything was so easy. So uncomplicated.”

Angel rubs the back of his neck, eyes cast down. You know if he could, he would light a cigarette right now. But he seems respectful of your no-smoking rule. Eventually, he mutters, “I fuckin miss you. This shits got me all fucked up. You think this is easy?” He glances over at you from under his brows.

“For you? Easier. You just drink, smoke and fuck to bury it.”

He scoffs, “It’s not even like that, not all the time. You don’t see all the times I go home alone or fucking drive out to the middle of nowhere just to clear my head. The shit never works by the way.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Angel.”

“I gotta see you every week, without being with you. Don’t get me started on those Yuma motherfuckers. Flirting with you and shit, like I’m not even there. Especially that skinny fuck with the stupid neck tattoo…his ass properly making friendship bracelets with Ez right now.” He shakes his head.

You suppress a laugh and store away the ‘i miss you’ you can't handle that right now. “You jealous? Ez can have friends you know.”

Angel pulls out the chair across from you and sits with a dramatic sigh. You stare at each other in silence.

You speak first, “I wish you didn’t come over. I had a long ass day and this -" you pause and rub the bridge of your nose, “let’s just do this then.” You open your eyes, “I hope one day we can be friends again; I would like that. But I could never be your girl again, ever. We tried and each time it failed. I don't want to be that person who keeps going back to a fucked situation.”

He’s quiet, eerily quiet. His brown eyes are heavy with pain, anger, and something you can’t name.

“I’ve been hearing you telling people we’re together or hinting at it. You can’t do that. I’m not property. I’m not yours. I was going to ask what you’re telling people but honestly, I’m way too tired Angel. I can’t even - “

He abruptly pushes back in the chair and stands. Cursing under his breath, he glares down at you. “I fucking knew it. Who is he?”

Your eyes locked on his, you lean over the table, “my personal life is no longer any of your business, Angel. You are not allowed to ask that.”

When you don’t back down, he kicks the chair. You rise to your feet.

“No! That is not happening here, you are not breaking my furniture. Go, leave!” You point to direction of the door.

He’s got the look of a wild animal now, chest heaving. He takes a step back, then another. Angel turns and leaves the apartment; you hear the door close behind him followed by his bike roaring up the street.

…

The next morning

Tired isn’t enough to describe how you feel right now. Your eyes float over to the closed door of Templo, they’ve been in there for a while now. Manny arrived at the early end, though he said good morning and greeted you with his usual smile he felt distant.

Angel barreled in on the border of being late, he walked in without acknowledging you, which was fine, you didn’t want to look at him either. You try to keep yourself busy and focus on getting through the day.

When the meeting ends, the door slides open, and members start to refill the room. Some make their way to the bar, and you start putting a few beers on the counter. Your eyes follow the Reyes brothers as they walk out and through the front door, followed by Manny.

The new hire, whose name you refuse to remember, also Angel’s newest poor coping habit, rushes through the door.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. My alarm - “

Narrowing your eyes at her, you step back as she walks behind the bar. “I’m taking a break.” You say and leave her.

Stepping outside, you linger off to the side and watch as a black van pulls up before Ez, Angel and Manny. A man gets out with a middle-aged white guy with a ton of luggage. The scene before you becomes even more bizarre when you notice a kid. When the door opens again, you duck back inside and head to the bar.

When Manny, Ez and Angel don’t return, a knot forms in your stomach. It’s likely Alvarez sent them on a job. Everything was already tense and though your mind doesn’t want to go there, you feel yourself thinking the worst. What if your name came up? What if Manny and Angel had a confrontation?

Working on autopilot, you hand off a few more drinks and hope for the best.

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paperlovesadness · 1 year

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do you think “jet skis on the moat” and “body paint” are about miles? or just “jet skis…”?

Heyyy

Oh my goodness. I'm so so sorry for how late I'm responding to this! I remember leaving it aside because I knew I could sit down and write a whole big answer, but then it kind of escaped my mind. But I'm here now! And will make up for it with probably another novel-length answer 🙈

Disclaimers are always: this is for fun. This is one of a million possible interpretations and even I have a lot of those in my head but just choose the 'loudest' one to share. (Sometimes I'll publish an analysis and then have a million new ideas about the song one day when listening to it. Nothing is fixed). This is based a lot on "vibes" cause it's so hard to understand the The Car songs, man.

Okay - so firstly, like I always say with The Car - I do believe that album is first and foremost extremely introspective. And Alex likes to say or suggest in interviews that there isn't too much straight up references to his actual life in there... Now I don't completely believe that? He just definitely doesn't want to talk about them (as usual).

What I see in there is a jumble of emotions and feelings and self-reflection - perhaps done in a less straightforward way than he would do previously. Maybe he did it more instinctively? But there's a strong feeling it is there.

So I do think most songs are just... about Alex's inner workings and feelings (also perhaps why it seems more abstract?) - but do some of those have the potential to refer to a very important and seemingly complicated, undefined relationship in his life? I do believe so.

Body Paint - I've tried looking at from different perspectives. And I'm not sure I found enough to connect it to Miles.

Although - there's a mysterious little detail that I've been overthinking for a while - which is this recurring theme of paint in a few songs. This is probably a prime example of my useless overthinking (and Alex would probably laugh about these sorts of connections being made) - but have you ever noticed:

There's still a trace of body paint On your legs and on your arms and on your face

Exactly the wrong time in exactly the wrong place. Save it for a rainy day. Baby, you go hard in the paint

Or are you just happy to sit there and watch while the paint job dries?

(Body Paint // Anyways // Jet Skis on the Moat)

So like do Jet Skis connect somehow with Body Paint (and Anyways) in themes? 👀

Who knows. But that's just a side observation 😅

Now Jet Skis - Jet Skis being connected to Miles possibly maybe I can see a bit more. With lyrics like:

Come over here and give your buddy a hug

So much for deciding not to let it slide

Because? You know our Milex brains work on overdrive hearing stuff like that. Can it be about anything? Yep. Does it bring to mind a certain someone whose been this man's favorite hug buddy? Also yup. Now extrawild theory territory:

"Deciding not to let it slide" kind of makes me think of how perhaps they've maybe established some new boundaries after crossing a bit too many. Like perhaps one of them went and "killed the joke" they had going in (👀) and after that some boundaries were set. Not letting more-than-friendly things happen. Not letting shit like that slide anymore... Until the next time (so much for that resolution!)

Lights out in the Wonder Park

Your saw-toothed lover boy was quick off the mark

That's long enough in the sunshine for one night

To me lights out in the wonder park is a sad image of something gone by. A wondrous place (jeez. Reference not even intended here) full of fun and joy - but the lights need to go off at some point. It's not real life; it's somewhere you can only go for so long before returning to reality.

Saw-toothed lover boy was probably what grabbed a bunch of people's attention? Miles' crooked, endearing smile (before he straightened his teeth) was something he was known for. And something Alex commented on himself I do believe a few times. (I also do know saw-toothed isn't crooked-toothed. It just sort of evokes that image to me?)

Long enough in the sunshine for one night - to me brings to mind the image of someone being given the full attention they want/deserve. But for some reason can't entirely own. (I can be yours tonight, but not tomorrow type of vibes. That's all we can have - then it's back to "real life". Lights out in the wonder park)

I don't know about the pajama pants and Subbuteo cloke. It for sure evokes childhood imagery. So maybe refers to some specific childhood story? Maybe it's about Alex. Maybe someone told him that they did that in their childhood for fun. Who knows.

And then come the super sad parts?

You know that it's alright if you wanna cry

is obviously so sad even if I can't place it anywhere specific context-wise. (Also seems to evoke Body Paint a bit with "Do your time traveling through the tanning booth So you don't let the sun catch you crying" and "I'm watching your every move I feel the tears are coming on")

And then:

Is there somethin' on your mind

Or are you just happy to sit there and watch

While the paint job dries?

When it's over, you're supposed to know

Okay - so what if paint is some specific metaphor? I haven't found a good enough theory for what that could be (would love to hear your thoughts if you agree and have ideas!) (though... i mean in Body Paint itself there's some interesting theories 👀 not sure it works with the rest though). And now... Watching it dry signifies the end or hibernation of something. But then "when it's over you're supposed to know" - kind of suggests like that ending isn't something that the person it refers to is ready to accept. It still seems like an open possibility. Like one side is still hoping.

As though it's the last time you're gonna ride

Is also sad - suggests something seeming like it's ending. It's the last time. But then there's that "as though". Like an open possibility, hope of it not really being true.

But damn; this is a big mess! Because The Car songs are so hard to analyze, they're so abstract. I can definitely see what Alex has been saying about focusing more on the melody and the emotions it evokes and lyrics kind of being an extension of that. Taking a backseat for a second (hehe. Car pun. Not even intended).

It would seem the album that's set on the actual moon would be as mixed up and tough to decipher as if gets but nope! Alex took up the challenge of cranking it up a notch. Because of course he did.

Anyway. I hope any of this makes sense and/or resonates with someone and their thoughts about this song 💛

Thank you for the question, sorry for the delay!

Sending good energy your way! 💫

#ask #song theory #lyric analysis #The Car album #Jet Skis on the Moat

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halowritesthings · 2 years

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Scar stumbles across a Red by pure accident.

Granted, it’s Jimmy who he finds sitting on the side of a small pond, meaning he’s relatively in the clear to keep his Green status for now. He at least hopes so after their little truce above The Red Velvet Keep. That still didn’t stop Scar from jumping and making his familiar noises of fear at the sight of bright red eyes looking over at him when his footsteps crunched in the grass though. “Oh jeez, you scared me,” Scar promptly tells him.

Jimmy’s wading his legs back and forth in the pond like a small child would. “Sorry. Didn’t think anyone would be coming round this part.”

Scar sits crisscross a few feet away, electing to keep all of his limbs dry and out of the water. “No, that’s fair. I didn’t think I would be coming ‘round’ here either. Not...” Not before his soulmate decided that Scar was boring once more and went off in secret like he had so many times already. “How’s Tango doing? I’m surprised you two aren’t sticking together because of the whole... you know.”

Jimmy hums, “He’s sleeping right now. Inside The Ranch. I told him I was going on a walk for a little bit and he mumbled and rolled over. He trusts me not to mess up.” A beat of silence. “For some reason.”

That was more than Scar could say for his relationship. “Well, I know we’ve had our ups and downs, but I’m happy for you. Tango’s a good man, and it’s good to hear he’s an even better soulmate.”

For a brief second, Jimmy manages to grin. “Yeah, he is.” Then he was back to being somber. “Probably too good, honestly, but we gotta deal with the cards we’ve been dealt.”

Scar turns toward the pond to watch the stars ripple in the waves Jimmy was making, “I feel like you’re cutting yourself short. The last time you were Red and had a ride-or-die partner, you did fairly okay!”

Jimmy’s nose scrunches up like he smells something gross, “Yeah, because that partner wasn’t intrinsically attached to this bozo like the current one is. You do realize I’m one stubbed toe away from ruining it like last time, right?”

Scar laughs; not particularly funnily, “I mean, at least this round is a little different.” From first on Red to last on Green. A loyal right-hand man turning his valiant leader into a pathetic dog getting yanked everywhere by a leash. “Would have hated for everything to be exactly the same.”

“Is it, though? Is it really different?” Jimmy asks. Flashes pass through their mind. Thinking Scar’s base is safe enough for them to live through practically the whole server descending upon them. A singular arrow shattering that entire perception. Jimmy on Red so, so quickly.

Scar no longer has any kind of comeback, so he decides to shut up.

Silence rings loudly between them. Jimmy wades his legs in the water a little more. “I’m sorry for stealing your horse, by the way.”

Scar doesn’t look at him. He chooses to stare at his own reflection. “Are you actually?”

Jimmy shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe I am, maybe not. Figured I should say something before I can’t.”

“... Then I guess I’m sorry for burning down The Ranch,” Scar decides.

Jimmy scoffs, though only some the heat behind it is actually as hot as he wants it to be, “Now look who’s insincere.”

Scar has the least to lose between the two of them. He still has all his lives, a soulmate who barely tolerates him, and a base that’s most likely long burned-down since his escape; name something of his that he “has” and you bet Jimmy is in the exact opposite boat by comparison. He could make this conversation the most hostile place on the server right now and not even break a sweat.

“Yeah, I’m not,” Scar admits, “but I am sorry about everything else.”

Jimmy’s not innocent, but really, who is on these servers? Jimmy is mischievous and has trapped people and taken lives, but when it comes down to it, Jimmy doesn’t even come close to a lot of people’s track records. For the most part, all he’s wanted from these games is to get out with the least amount of damage, emotional or otherwise. Why has he routinely been punished for the crime of not wanting to be alone?

(A deeper, less oblivious part of Scar realizes that kindness being punished in a death game is exactly what it wants, but considering they’ve also been punished with bad luck and other circumstances when being obviously not kind, it was hard to tell at this point.)

And Scar probably doesn’t have a leg to stand on for deciding who “deserves” things here—if anyone is at the bottom of the list after all they’ve pulled Scar would definitely be a contender—but he’s already died on hills twice thus far, what’s one more?

“Don’t forget about our ‘Jolly Rancher’ by the way,” Scar reminds him. “I still technically have... it. Not on me, but as far as I know, it’s safe.”

Jimmy blinks before the memory abruptly hits him, “Oh! Oh, well... thank you Scar. That means a lot to us.”

Scar nods, standing up and stretching his hands over his head, “Welp, I should probably get back to our little hidey hole.” He takes a step away before pausing, not turning around, “I wish you the best of luck, Jimmy. From one regret to another, lets prove our naysayers wrong.” To the distant outsiders and the reluctant soulmates, they were equally unimportant in Scar’s quest to make everyone rethink just exactly where they had Scar on their tier list of threats.

Scar finally turns back around to see Jimmy staring at him like he hung the moon itself. With a nod, a spark seemed to reignite itself within Jimmy as he also stood up, “To you as well, my good man.”

Then the two players were off to face whatever it was this world threw at them next. With their soulmates or without, to the hoards of cows and to the hoards of pandas, they were in it ‘til the end. Through thick and thin, one of them was going to get a win, and Scar was ending this night on a rhyme despite the imaginary Grian in his head groaning because of it.

#mcyt #double life smp #3rd life smp #goodtimeswithscar #jimmy solidarity #fandom: traffic series #halo be writin #fic status: complete #i want something on this blog that isnt just old posts lmao

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taintedevesayori · 7 months

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⚰️ Diatober ⚰️

Day Six: Rivalry | Prompts by @fruit-of-infidelity | Masterlist

((In Sayo's canon Sakamaki timeline, her triangle is only Laito and Reiji, but I added Ayato into this rivalry because Day Seven: Poison will make more sense. These prompts will occur in the same timeline.))

((Warning: spicy, but not enough to be 18+))

Sayo and Ayato had been together for an hour or so in his room. They were both bored, and nobody else was around at the time. That had been happening a lot recently since the first time Ayato had dragged Sayo along to entertain him and found out that he actually enjoyed her company.

“Pfft…You really can be fun, Ayato,” she laughed at a joke he had made.

Normally he would laugh along with her, but this time around, he was distracted. He had been noticing it more recently…but there was something about her that made him feel strange.

Laito was hung up on her and jealous of Reiji, who she got along with much better. The two both tried to be possessive over her to compete with each other. They were so focused on their own rivalry that the extra time she had been spending with Ayato lately had gone unnoticed.

There was a part of him that was a little jealous. It felt like they didn’t take him as a threat…and lately he found that he wanted to steal her out from under their noses. So maybe he was feeling a little possessive himself…

He couldn’t help but notice how pretty she looked when she laughed. There were so many sides to her…but he liked the side that joked around and had fun with him like this the best.

He couldn’t stop himself. He leaned forward, placing a kiss on her lips. She froze, staring in shock.

“Ayato…?”

He chuckled at her reaction. “I like your expression from before…but I like this one too. Did I surprise you?”

“Well…yeah. Why would you suddenly…?”

She couldn’t comprehend it.

“Why kiss you?” He leaned in, placing a hand on her cheek. “It’s your fault…acting like such a temptation.”

“I’m a temptation?” She was baffled.

“Of course. Obviously Laito and Reiji have noticed…and I have too.”

He kissed her again, deeper this time around.

“Ayato…” she placed her hands on his shoulders. “We shouldn’t…”

“Why not? There’s nothing stopping us. Just shut up and give in already.”

“Why, you…” she grumbled, but he was kissing her again, preventing her from saying anything more.

A part of her knew she shouldn’t add any fuel to the fire that already existed…but she kissed him back anyway.

“Not bad,” he chuckled. “Bet you haven’t kissed anyone before, but you wouldn’t be able to tell.”

Her face flushed. “Ah, jeez…don’t make it embarrassing…”

“But you’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” he smirked. “Give me more, Sayo.”

“Ah?!” She exclaimed as he pushed her down on the couch.

His lips were on hers again. As he pinned her down, their lips locked…over and over again. After a moment, one of his fangs nicked her.

“This is…” he muttered, staring down at her in surprise.

Her blood was delicious…the best he had ever tasted. He had no idea anyone could beat Yui’s blood.

“I don’t think anyone could resist after getting a taste,” he smirked. “You’ll let me have more, right, Sayo?”

“If Laito finds out, he’s gonna be pretty pissed at you.”

“I don’t give a damn about that,” he said before leaning down to kiss her neck. “Well? You’ll let ore-sama suck you, right?”

He placed another kiss on her neck, causing her face to flush bright red.

“F-Fine…”

He grinned before biting down. She winced, but it didn’t hurt much. And after a moment, she was distracted. Ayato’s hands were roaming…to places they shouldn’t be.

“A-Ayato…!”

“That’s quite the voice you just let out,” he chuckled. “Where else do you want it? I’ll be generous and let you choose.”

“T-There’s no way!” She was instantly flustered by the idea.

“No? Then I’ll choose.”

He moved down to her leg, licking up her inner thigh before biting down. She grit her teeth. It hurt more than her neck. His hand grabbed her other thigh, slowly moving up.

“N-Nothing more than this!” She exclaimed, her heart racing. “Not today!”

“Not today, huh?” He smirked. “Alright, I’ll look forward to enjoying all of you later on. Under one condition.”

“Which is?”

“You have to pick where you want my fangs next.”

“Why that of all things?”

“How many times have you been bitten?”

“How many…? Only twice. Once by Laito and the other by Reiji.”

“Because I want to one up them…” he chuckled. “Doesn’t seem like it bothers you very much. Pick somewhere and I’ll make it feel good.”

“You’re so cocky,” her blush darkened.

It didn’t really matter where she picked. Something convenient would be best. But his words made her think…Her neck didn’t really bother her, so he was right about that. Her thigh was more sensitive, but it still wasn’t that bad. So where else should she test…?

“You better pick or I’ll take you right here, right now,” he grinned.

“Alright, alright! H-Here…”

She tried to control how flustered she was getting, but it wasn’t working. Still, she managed to pull her shirt down to the top of her bra, revealing her chest.

“You picked somewhere interesting after all,” he let out a dark chuckle as he leaned down.

“Ah…!”

To her surprise, he didn’t bite down. Instead, he sucked on the skin right above her bra, hard enough to leave a purple mark.

“A-Ayato, why you…! Ngh!”

She was cut off when he bit down, right next to her new hickey. She thought it might feel worse than her thigh, but it didn’t. When he pulled away, he immediately kissed her. She was a bit breathless by the time he pulled away.

“That hickey is a promise.”

“A promise for what?”

“That I’ll be giving you much more than that real soon,” he grinned.

“Jeez…!” She exclaimed, completely embarrassed. “You really are the epitome of give an inch and they take a mile.”

“You should know better,” he laughed. “I’m gonna steal you away from those two, got it?”

“I can’t be stolen if I don’t belong to either of them,” she pointed out.

“Yes you can…because they both think you belong to them.”

Later that night, as she was trying to go back up to her room from the kitchen, she was faced with the situation she had been trying to avoid. Laito and Reiji were both in the room with her.

As much as she tried to hide the bite marks, unfortunately the one on her neck was easily visible. It didn’t take long for the two to spot them.

“Reiji…” Laito turned to glare at him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Reiji glared back.

But he was agitated as well. It didn’t take long for the two to realize that if they both were having that reaction…neither of them had done it.

“It wasn’t you…?” Laito eyed him, still doubtful.

“And apparently it wasn’t you either,” he replied, fixing his glasses.

They both turned to her. She had thought about escaping, but unfortunately it was now too late.

“Who was it?” Laito demanded.

“Why are you getting snippy with me?” She glared him down. “I don’t recall my blood belonging to you.”

“Yeah, who she lets drink her blood doesn’t concern you, right?” Ayato said from above them.

The three looked up to see him leaning on the railing, looking down on them with a smug smirk.

“Ayato…” Laito’s expression was dark. “It was you?”

“That’s none of your business, is it?” He chuckled.

“Sayori…” Reiji said. “Did you allow him to take your blood? I will not tolerate any rules being violated.”

“Yes, I did,” she sighed, annoyed that she had to admit it.

“Heard you each have bitten her only once,” Ayato decided to add fuel to the fire. “I’ve one upped both of you.”

“Ayato!” She exclaimed. “Shut! Up!”

“How many times?” Laito was becoming more agitated by the second.

“I would say count my marks, but they’re in places she can hide,” he gave a triumphant grin.

“I’m gonna beat your ass….” she grumbled before quickly fleeing the room.

She knew it wouldn’t go well if Laito got his hands on her. He would want her to show him exactly where her bites were.

Ayato simply laughed before walking away.

“It seems Ayato stole her from right under your nose,” Reiji smirked at Laito. “And yet you still claim she’s yours?”

“Tch..! That bastard…” he growled before storming off.

“This continues to be a source of entertainment,” Reiji chuckled before frowning. “Although…how did I not notice either?”

#diatober #diatober 2023 #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers #diabolik oc #sayori makina #ayato sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #laito sakamaki

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sunflowerharrington · 1 year

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Okay guys, real talk, I don’t know what I’m still doing here. But before I go, I need to address some things;

• Currently I am not okay, and I’m mature enough and self aware enough to say that. Listen, I know I’ve done things that i’m not proud of in the past but please stop bringing up those times in my asks. I just can’t take it any more.

• I need to step away from this space and I need a break from creating stories here. I need to feel like myself again and I need to feel comfortable. I’m being open and honest here, sharing exactly how I feel and how some people’s words make me feel.

• Some things that go on in the Stranger Things fandom is absolutely unacceptable and I will not and never will be participating in that, such as harrassing the actors for playing a villain of playing the girl who your favorite likes. Separate the character from the actor, jeez.

• I’ve hit rock bottom on multiple occasions because of some things that go on here and it’s horrible feeling like this. I haven’t been diagnosed with depression yet as of 11/21/22, but if I stay here, that diagnosis will soon come to me.

• I don’t want to sound cruel or mean with anything I say in this post, that is 100% not my intention, I just want to share my thoughts on the current state of the ST fandom and why I’m choosing to leave.

• Some shit messed me up, man, but nothing can compare to this. Not even my near-death experiences hold a candle to it. Or rather, a forest fire, since that’s how I see the fandom right now.

• I would never wish getting hate upon anyone, even if I don’t get along with you. It’s honestly one of the worst things.

• Like, yeah, I want to still be a part of this community obviously because I love the fruit bowls (plural because everyone is gay [it’s true, I asked them all myself] and there’s too many characters to fit in one bowl) and I love the plot of the show. But I just can’t make myself feel comfortable here anymore, it’s exhausting.

• I’ve been hurt by multiple people in this fandom (not naming names because I don’t want to start drama again), and I’ve had enough. Nothing is original anymore, like, it’s a known fact. Facts are facts, America (and everywhere else but I’m quoting my queen Mo, Heart here, so).

• I don’t accept being treated like this and I’m sure you don’t want to be treated like this either. I’m not even going to start mentioning invasion of privacy because that’s a whole different kettle of fish for another day.

• I just don't see a way I can be involved in the fandom if all that happens is that I get sent hate over characters that I hold dearly to my heart.

• First of all, Billy is not real, get over yourself (I’m talking directly to the people who continuously call me a racist when I’m clearly not. It’s actually disgusting how some people could think that honestly and it’s so immature.) And I know what he did (being a racist himself. Yes I do know that, I watched the show back again without rose tinted glasses. But even then like I KNOW he is racist but that’s not his only thing, y’know? He was fucked up, just like us) is a real problem in this world. But, and I can’t emphasize this enough, Billy Hargrove is a fictional character, not a real human being. And unlike him, I am real and I have real feelings and emotions and every single day, when I come on here, I get constantly harassed because of my thoughts on this show without fail. It’s a freaking TV show for Christ sake.

• I can’t be involved with this fandom with how toxic it is right now, so I will be leaving (not for good but for now) and I’ll be focussing on myself. Focussing on who Bee is and trying to figure out what the hell is going on in my mind and why every little thing that happens and every hate comment/ask I get makes me want to end it all.

• I’ll just be sitting in my corner writing fanfic about Eddie Munson and Robin Buckley now like a little gremlin and not posting it until this constant hate storm calms down because I don’t have to if I don’t want to. So, if you need me, send me a DM and I’ll give you my discord if we’re close mutuals.

• Also if we’re friends and you don’t wanna be my friend anymore, tell me first, don’t just leave me high and dry wondering what I did

Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this. And to the person who told me I’m the reason why Caroline Flack killed herself, you can go fuck yourself because why. Just why?

share this around, thanks - bee <3

Unfriendly reminder: do NOT repost or copy my work while I’m gone. I will find out, trust me

#bee rambles °˖✰#bee rants #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #billy hargrove #byler #will byers #tagging these so people see it

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levmada · 1 year

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If I may? What's your unpopular aot opinion if you have any?

Perhaps. (just my opinion)

- grey shirt levi is overrated. s3p1 had a big focus on levi bc it was partly about exploring his past and his character, and ofc levi in that outfit is just MUAH but i could think of so many others that are under appreciated (not counting official art). for instance his vest, tie and slacks (with and without the suit jacket) in marley, that casual low-neck(?) t-shirt + black pants combo for a scene ALSO in s3p1 that was cut out, or his little white sweater from the end of s3p1. i’ll find pics

(jeez it was difficult to find those panels)

– ymir and historia’s relationship wasn’t that captivating. i think because since it’s a lesbian relationship, and it’s basically canon, that it’s held to especially high regards and gets a lot of attention

– erwin gets too much hate for only being seen on the surface as ‘ruthless’ and treating the lives of his soldiers flippantly. just like every character, he’s more multi-faceted with guilt, a childish stubbornness to see his missions thru to the end, his suicidality (at the crate when he talked to levi the last time), etc.

– eren wasn't annoying in the first seasons, or at least he wasnt written to be for no reason. he's fifteen and as far as he knows the ONLY person who can transform into the very monsters who killed his mother + save the world (or at least what he knows it as). of course boy has issues and some emotional problems lol

– gabi is EXTREMELY misunderstood and anyone with media literacy could at least draw the parallels b/n her and eren (when he was a kid). she doesn't deserve all the hate she gets at all. she was a victim of immense (like from BIRTH) brainwashing just like the warriors. and if u wanna throw blame... technically eren was the one who killed sasha.

– the ackerbond isn't slavery, but it's also completely up to interpretation whether it exists in any meaningful way at all. like with lots of things pertaining to the aot story, it's up for interpretation.

– the dub is overall better

– the rumbling was not justified?? idk if that’s majority opinion but i’ve seen a lot of ppl who think that

– the jean horse jokes and half marco jokes were never funny </3

– levi’s choice on the roof makes sense (which i go into more detail with in another post)

– mappa is better than wit

minor manga spoilers

– reiner’s mom’s behavior / character is realistic. she isn’t there to serve as a plot device to be the source of all reiner’s insecurities and issues about being an eldian and so on. she’s an abusive person but no one in aot can be whittled down to a monster or an angel. that’s one of the big points of the story. arguably, that can apply to everyone.

– mikasa from the very beginning deserved so much better than eren and especially in the anime her character was reduced to existing for him, unlike levi and erwin, and kenny and uri (say what you want about those ships, but those are the lieges of each ackerman). i dislike eremika. in fact jean and mikasa would be (or are depending on how you interpret the manga) better and healthier together.

– if erwin lived post-RtS, he would NOT have agreed to the rumbling. yes, he sought freedom to explore the world outside the walls more than many of the major characters, and in his eyes the ends justified the means. but erwin was smart enough to know logically that indiscriminate genocide wouldn't have solved anything, or at least knew it wasn't a long-term solution, and besides, he did have a heart. as much heart as levi, hange, mike, and the rest. for what other reason did levi of all people choose to follow erwin than because he saw something Levi didn't in a world this hellish? Levi even says that Erwin's dream (the scouts' dream rly) was too "innocent", but if it wasn't, it wouldn't have been worth fighting for. so!!!

#OPINION #kane has mail #no hate pls

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palialaina · 9 months

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Uncle B keeps saying "It's GRAPE to see you, Berry!" so I decided today, I was going to change up my colors. I have never seen someone ready to make a joke and then look so crestfallen so fast. I think he went through the stages of grief in about twenty seconds while his brain started back up, and then he said how sunny I looked.

It's a new, terrible joke, I'll take it.

Jina found me a Kamera! I don't think I'm the best at taking pictures, but she said I could use it to keep track of my home progress, same as this journal, so I'm going to give it a try.

It's been kind of a whirlwind, I've totally lost track of time again. Einar really likes shiny pebbles, and he started talking to me about Oneness. I don't really get it, but Jina said it's something programmed into beings like him and Hekla, and it's kind of like a Path? But the difference being is that people choose, and these guys didn't get to.

Feels kind of sad. It was kind of fun trying to understand it, but I don't really think Oneness is my thing to worry about. That, or I find it in my garden

I am way too proud of it, for sure.

I picked up my third hallway piece today, but there's always so much to be distracting. Elouisa asked me to bug hunt, I had to catch crickets for Aunt Del (Seriously, auntie, you live next to a place called Leafhopper Hill, what were you expecting?) Maybe after I've relaxed a bit I'll go try and mine for stone and iron again, like I totally meant to do.

I wish Zeki would lower the backpack price though. Jeez. 5k for a bigger bag is wild, but I guess that's the way Grimalkin do business. Which. Rude. But I don't really have a choice.

Dad was having some trouble earlier too. Apparently he has a son! Who went into the military, and there was a kerfluffle about that, but he's trying to reach out now. I told him that owning up to his gaff was better than using the death of his wife against his son, and he agreed with me. Even said I was a good child!

Okay, I'm not a child, but heck it. I'm calling him Dad forever, even if not to his face.

Aunt Del gave me a pie for helping her with the crickets, so I had some for dessert, and man, I wanna learn how to cook like she does! I just... don't have time. So much else to run around and do. And not enough hours in the day, it feels like.

Also, Uncle B keeps trying to sell me his fertilizer recipe, but like... if I go beachcombing for a few hours, and then drop all the oyster meat into my worm farm, I end up with more fertilizer than I know what to do with! So I don't know that I'll ever buy it from him. I did buy my better how and watering can though, and wow, that makes the garden a lot easier to work in. He's hinted something about apple trees and blueberry bushes--with the obligatory Berry related pun that I had to sigh about--but he says I need more experience with what I've got first.

Maybe once I can grow those, I'll get to make some pies!

I wish I didn't have to catch fish for the weird temple thing over by the farm. I am not good at it. No wonder it's not really my Oneness (sorry Einar). I think I almost had a thing, but then it snapped the line just before I could finish, and ugh, that's twice now with that dang thing. Bahari Bay fishing is hard...

I did catch this guy though!

I decided against keeping it though. Angry little thing kept glaring at me, and I don't really have the space for pets yet anyways. So I sold it instead. Hopefully Auni got a kick out of seeing it in the shipping bin.

Oh, and Sifuu had me canvas town for opinions on what makes a good book. I have so many concerns for what she tries to write next. She's... well, got a lot of work ahead of her, I think.

I told Jina I'd send her little bits of mail for fun, so that she can practice reading ancient human. She was all for it, since our current dilemma with her puzzle door thing isn't going well. I keep going back and forth on whether the next answer is water, or like... the library. It seemed pretty straightforward at first, but now I'm not so sure.

Maybe once I've had some rest, I'll actually be able to go mine stone, iron, and see Najuma. Mayba Tamala too, but she kinda makes me uncomfy. Still, being that far out, she must want some visitors, right? Take another shot at getting those darn Bahari fish I need for sure, and comb the beach for as many oysters as I can get for my worms!

....man. That list seemed shorter in my head.

Oh, and I got a letter from my friend Lark!

Heya Berry, Do you like soup? Please save me.

Let me explain- I got pretty tired of eating grilled mushrooms and fish for days, and Reth told me he'd give me more recipes once I got my cooking level up. But the only other thing I know how to make is soup. I'm not half bad at it, if I do say so myself, but at this point I've made so much of it that at this rate I'm gonna out-soup Soup Guy. I can't eat all this ramen myself, please save me from my soupffering. (I mean, I'll be fine. I ate mushrooms for a week, I can eat soup for a week. Buuut seriously. If you get a hankering for ramen, please come over)

Drowning in soup, -Ya pal Lark

Poor Lark! Maybe I should send some of the steak dinner I've learned how to make... Auntie Del might know how I can send that in the mail and not tip off Auni. I mean, her pie made it here intact, and he loves her pie!

I shall have to think about it. Hm.. Auni-proofing a steak...

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